it's your boy Junior you already know got to sick ryhms with the beats radilling the f*** out your grandmother's windows come and match the blezzey I'm busting all these like a bus to Indiana I'm from plain dealing top of the boot the 318 whether hot as a goat's ass in tha pepper patch see the way I skate I have them dubs chopping on my Chevrolet we don't play no games when you come all the way we got them things that automatically spray the brain matter all over the place without even blinking I bet you got to skating when the feet hit I was needed to get I don't need to pass ive seen past 25 so that makes me an OG like Lil Boosie said way back in the gap we are some grown ass men play the cards of death either way we're going to win doesn't miss me what the f*** boy you dis me ima call my boy up get some of that loud that super smell you already know we chef on the best medical from music desk School I think about going back to college get another degree it ain't no pedigree cuz I'm on top of my tea bring smoking buds tumbling drinks pulled up double cup on full so you spitting it up that's just for my dad homies let's rest in peace f*** this world too it's like a disease