Inspect da cabbage stack the chips off these raps, nigga I don’t smoke raps I buy jackets, my blunt the size of a fat kid, I break up a qP in a fronto, but don’t front tho, I’ll have you on the run like Oj in the bronco, slang that white chut when she nut I wore a poncho She might fuck if she suck, get these bitches wet without even spendin a hundo, bitch Betta have a job, y’all ready know I can’t be around no bum ho, oh you don’t give no brains … what? That must be a dumb hoe!! my flows outta hook my shit outta control, stifle shots, cold potato on my gun yo, sold ya yo Play these blocks on hard like mutumbo wave the finger if she wanna linger flick that bitch out like a bee stinger poisonous these hoes try to make me the ringer I’d rather tame a lion I kick thoughts of a giant they mistaken me for a tyrant hoes on my lap wanna gyrate niggas in my path leavin a pile of hate I wanna annihilate the hiss off these snakes in the grass shove the Mike up in they ass you could really hear these rappers full of shit I think the game need another hit you can’t follow me I blow up on mics properly I’m a terrorist no apologies Cause I never really minded no policy, finally free from the police seizing me frequently I’m unique you see, my peace will leave you goin peacefully, my mind grown strong like weed plants with soil mixed with fish bones from the deep blue sea monsoon inspection on your hoes gadget she said you plow her like a gadget blow me like a gasket, aka inspect the cabbage