A Blunt or Two

takin this shit up up there hittin' that bitch ain't fair holding my dick she bad not my dick my buck. i meant chasin the bag gettin the perks gettin' my luck wait, it wasn't luck it was God i said it Gettin me weed smokin the weed in two blunts or more no limit until i die they offer 2, i want more im dope wit lies my dawg told me to lie for a livin i dont smoke i pop 30 after takin 50s not shit but pills she opens her legs more than she opens the bible even the app is Good too got no standard she a real bustard she a fake thrill also a fake bitch she like your ex your Main shut gon be like her soon too i promise Jamaica got us peace wit the weed its my dope right now its my peace music plus the Games is my now heaven but to be fr i wouldn't mind goin to the real heaven blowin for the bill brave maeve get me some weed smoke it all out gott a problem wit it talk to your mama ion give no shit im burning me not us better turn me to God believen Hell boy in skinny version i got alot of version i jus tossed the gay one to the furnace