ay ay Fire up the trees I sip like veggies Talking about scrilla Its hidden I got plenty Can't bring it on the street unless u wanna end up empty I'm the type I'm not ready but I'm ready no weapon on my possession but a mouth that run like a bike 10 speed (skrt) Can't slow it down unless its the 10th weed Paranoid like somebody after me Could it be u or u. Tell me afraid to ask questions or make any suggestions like it ain't healthy Bullets and sharp object catch bodies next maybe me I don't know I don't trust my circle like the whole convo was make believe Are you talking about me because maybe it's just me