smoking on my weed pulling on the scene mini van loud pack lots of grass lawn bags faced out face masks trying not to choke you can just mind your own yeah sit back relax and try not to catch a contact yeah I'm already high but I'm ready to fly fuck your cloud nine i gotta be in the hundreds waking out of bed already blew a couple hundreds loud pack still thundering pussy niggas wondering why would you look at that it seems ive lost my mind ill caught you down a size with my disappearing mind smoking by the hashtag backpack full of packed bags hustle never stops blowing by the pound untill this fucking cloud drop