is this real? or am I dreaming I walk out on stage and have lovely ladies screaming breathing down my neck tugging on my sweater vest it's hot in here and haven't checked the weather yet got hits in the forecast I got some sick shit just need more collabs more than that more than rap some of you I can't believe record this crap it's apparent split up like some bad parents bad marriage its killin the kid takes more than millions to live gotta grow happy sounding kinda slow and raspy ask me my name I'll tell you gladly I'm Jeff all I care about is my family randomly making threats to people who can't stand me can't understand me as I kid my nose broke lived with it no joke grew up poor now I'm never goIng broke hoping to smoke got some fresh dope in my coat shits from the South I can laso this rope I only pay cash cause cards I rather don't banks corrupted but I guess that don't matter though as long as you got dough you matter the most slipping threw the cracks like you were lathered in soap throws on Hazzards as a precaution arrested in the same car he was caught in caught with xans, blow and oxytocin lookin into your future like the bars you'll be locked in definitely from the roc then throwing up your hands like we boxing look both ways before you crossing talk shit get your mouth to washin I'm on that boss shit no gimmicks my moves look like I'm mimicin a magician rags to riches brags bout bitches brags bout stitches truly baffled new me is rattled my lifes the lotto being raffled my life's the motto seeing me travel with models pounding bottles found in the tropics was bound to make it can't fake it its logic new kicks I can rock it move quick like I'm racing for mileage face it I'm honest if rap don't work out I can always go to college get a loan buy shit faced with options