Steepin in the lyrics like a third eye I'm open into the vision of the planet where the people are hopin that all the lyrics have a substance not vomitin no showin, which I blame all the way on the sound of a nose snortin, I hope that you keep up the growin and neva give up to knowin the whole planet gettin filled up with hocus. I need to bring it back around so I can breath on this locus. I keep it in all the focus. Vibrations, I keep em in motion, and me slippin, yo bitch you is jokin, go on and take another puff about that shit you be holdin. Thought this was a race now you stupid like Homer and your girl gotta blow cause you bet on it hold up. Imma keep it Hella simple cause I know you asleep, hey homies why don't you come over and wake up a G, show us all who really here I'm out the deep.