Last night I had a dream that I was to fucked up on lean partying all nights that’s the scene bud for sale everybody smokin they be buyin it from me cuz my weed cheap but green that loud is wat they need smokers come to me like fiends they always want the new edition the shit I’m spittin be hot up in the kitchen but I ain’t Bitch in dudes quick to snitchin I ball by myself no permission slip you know I’m high come smoke and this is it I’m fryed as shit I got pounds behind the closet door shoulda stashed it to high on acid and I’ve had it this money great and I can and make a bunch more galore and it sounds like they at the door The cops are coming and everybody scatters beer cans everywhere house is tatted battered then I started climbing down a ladder I swear I’ve never felt fatter get out of that motherfucker I never fell gladder so I kept on fucking running cars flyin down the street gunning and then a car crashes in the glass shatters he get out I never seen nobody fucking madder but it didn’t fucking matter then I cut through some houses hopping fences started bouncing get a couple streets over cops start fucking pouncing get down on the ground as what they was announcing so I started fighting and shit ended up having cuffs on my wrist and I thought this was it then hopped up and started to dip started running like a fucking horse Swear I was going faster than a Porsche and then I got tackled of course