sun tzu quickie

i roll up rolling blunts folded on that foaming punch soaked like ohh hes holding up overdosed on foldgers cup you bozos dont even know that i am blowing up smoked a bowl now im cold as the ocean smoking robatuss i can lean on a rhyme aint gotta dispose it cuz i got the motor run -ning now im explode this shit implode to dust you think you hotter with your flows but here goes it bruhh ima flood ima run this whole club bitches know its us like sun tzu i will run through your clique my kung fu i will jump you bitch build em a golden bridge so they can run through silver hoops and ill be platinum on the track when i run these views x2