Im the one tryna come from rags to riches The one who traps outta ditches Too pretentious to pretend i didnt But too selfish to not admit i did it Dont judge me im jus tryna make a livin Livin like a villian to society Tryna be what they want me to try to be With no motivation to try to be Why wont u let me get high in peace Do you really wanna get high with me Roll the keef babygirl but ull never be as high as me Hit the sherm joint and well go out and fight some trees Ill arrange that wedding for you, over there, with that hive of bees Baby girl its ok, quit tryna pray, and get off ur knees It's ok if u were gay for the stay it dont bother me Im about as unwanted as a pot of collard greens in the middle of a group of crowded potawatemes its a fallacy