look y'all nigga is nothing to me ,I'll smoke u crackers like I smoke my weed,so much smoke in the air it's getting hard to breathe, hit me up boy I got what u need, that work that purp ,I got different bud u never heard, home grown ,Indo ,eith3r way they both smoke ,both get u high, I'm so fly ,f3eling right,it's my night to party,and tear this bitch down like clubs on a Friday,I take the high way ,see all the girls in town,but I can only look not touch ,cuz I love my baby momma that much,we hitting 90 on the clutch , homie use a never was, and no one fuckin up my buzz not today, hit me back tomorrow, I don't feel sympathy or sarrow, everything I spit is coming out off the top bro ,I'm so hot truth be told I always win u getting old I'm turning cold ,an I'm willing to give it a go ,on a mission on the open road to see how fast my Taurus can go ha