Smoking 🚬 🚭

Yo I'm doin this Because I got a lot of kids to feed Supply ya with the types of u need Wack rappers are like fake drugs I took em overdose But never get high That's why I prefer smoking weed None can separate cattle with grass Timothy That's why I chose to battle ya with no sympathy U gotta be dope To get the lyrical dough Little pickney add more Efforts before You dream to battle Bin I and rap are two headed twins I'll make ya efforts useless like ostrich wings This is forbidden battle you know I triumph, do my bidden and got the best flow Ya wack shit can't stand my snores I can't help pounding that dairy airy His short hair smells like berry's First off fuck yo bitch and clique u claim West side when we ride with kwip game U claim to be a better man but I fucked yo wife You meaty neck smells like tuna salad 🥗 U don't know what your doing