see what I see

what the fuck is up nikka you a slut thats what she says up for days do what i say weather changer it may smokin at the bay all fkn day i been the man you act gay dont need a fan be that as it may free like a bird like that old song hit a bong this my song talking to witches they my bitches ima share my spiritual riches leavin fake gods in diches you fake you jog and be snitchin see through the fog stop bitchin writing a blog bout vatican riches they sellin souls im packin bowls jesus back up know ya fkn roll