i just hotboxed my whip praying to the lord when will things flip tir3d of all the bullshit welcome to the ville shit can get real every block there a fiend on rocks they twitch and scream at things that aint there dawg i fucking swear dawg this The OroThe City Of Gold more like The City Of Dope so much fricken snow you'd think its christmas yo muhfuckas get to trippin yo hit em like a chainsaw give em cuts and have em fall like timber as soon as I enter another bitch ta injure blaze em like a swisher i will open a can of whip ass they bubble and talk they sweeter then a can of soda pop i keep rollin like my last name is hawkings I ain't stopping u gone see smoke in that niggas coffin his lungs couldnt handle the hotboxin it just happens what can i say i dont trip on it i put chronic on a J and blaze so my brain dont work smirk and stare in space there ina daze so fried can tell from the low eyes fosho facts ima get baked wit some mo grass