I'm gone Cool, got a blunt, gonna roll up two Don't panic cause I'm a take over this planet They running this shit cut like a bandage On your man and all up on your band With no beaver but god damn it This sour I smoke enhance it Got a helicopter, where should I land it Been searching but can't find it The things I do is timeless Where the fuck did this kid find this rhyme shit Hit line piff Always see me chillin' with a fine bitch Let her show me where her mind is In silence it's private so silence With a Bentley and a big backyard Friendly but a big red-star I still show love, more bud to roll up Smoke dubs so much to toke up out of basic art Who may be in the mood for a doob If I roll one of these cheese up boy you gotta roll one too See I'm high but I'm stuck in school Don't know what the fuck to do Self made design my own mind look a pair of custom shoes So keep em fresh please fend the ball about to weight an S-P Kritsky less weak; your spittin; doesn't impress me Yo' walking got two left feet Drink vodka with my Pepsi; I'm drunk he's sober I'm starting, he's over; red Rover, red Rover You can't break down my wall My hour is so sour so I ain't gonna answer calls I'm lost