Yo, how I get it done then?/ Chest plated, and the boots ona 100/ Dolo by myself like the huntsman/ Nothing but the Tools around my belt, just below the stomach/ Had too pull up to the smoke shop/ Baught a bowl, then went back to my old block/ Called up the geeks and the fam, told them too get ready/ cause shit gon get hotter than a stove top, cold hot/ Butter fingers, you gon wind up popping yourself off/ This dull switchblade gon feel like a bear claw/ Shooters shoot, I'm the type to get up real close/ No cape, but gotta still hop out of that grey smoke/ I got it wit me, all depending on the conversation/ Fuck yo patience, and the shit outcha mouth, you constipated/ You and I are not relating, just different pees in the same pod/ I feel like an A.I. Thats when I know it's Game time/ Fly too the top and blast that shit too the max/ I say fuck yo opinions, go bring me the facts/ I'm down here with all of my brothers and yeah that's a fact/ I don't care what you doing, I don't care where you at/