woah this beats so fire like my clothes burnt attire my flow bitch changes don't expire sing like a choir eating pussy smell good not sour my plants grow buds smoke flower press powder melting skin acidic shower I can't fall impeccable tower haven't felt since my heart got devoured stay stone no clone nobody copies when one to the dome unknown drinking foam chillen on the throne with a bone scythe so hype can't type or write but I might take flight outve sight not right im wrong on this song ripped thots out a thong smoke a bong got along with a 24 case an beer pong but I had a different type of flow but it go molten no snow i feel like a star now watch me glow in the dark now I'm known to the throne