Rocket

I'm back isn't that wack throw the money on the floor the whore is at the door i saw a lot of blood and gore it's making me sore pass me the lighter I'm going to get myself higher I'm the buyer so much shit i just call them a lier I'm not a fighter pass the peace pipe I'm that tipe so sit down chill aside with me you can call me G so let life be i get so high smoking this feels like I'm choking I'm only joking chilling together feeling like a feather relieving the pressure smart as a professor smiling thru the weather saying whatever i got so much time but only a dime in my pocket not making much profit feeling like a puppet just filling my Gullet so fuck it lets clime in my rocket