bullets flying through the trap house when the cops bust down the door hope you don't stumble now cuz this is the jungle and what goes around comes around like a miracle round the quiet ones you got to watch out for the ones that don't make it sound and I smoke bud by the pounds blunt after blunt after blunt with my brain turns into a big cloud or smoke up you better shut the f****** before you get ripped up and cut up and chopped up cooking that rock up for Zack on railroad for the Lord play me people all because he got locked up