racks in my pocket

racks in my pocket started as a pimp moved to regular complex drugs torn down every day the pack im within all about smoke planted a seed now is growing my nigga got himself a ratchet so its all about reading minds she say im a provoker after some couple of blunts i said you find it too loud when im with yah she agreed beware of me im a mans ladies cant go single knew plenty of dem hoes put de map on de table today its regular my jeans torn outside the crip bend her over the band has lot respect pop a meth my head stucked up in the clouds i see nothing between me and you ranup the beats so you could see me in the studio i do it weekly drowning into sky flies above my mental so positive can mentaly experiment my brain the boy collapse way back in highschool i dont need any mentor im a self made mentor