my dad died when I was seventeen it was just this year I started sipping lean selling dabs on campus made me realize all the feins made little money don't care if I catch a case as long as them snitches get put in there place they only snitching for brownie points they really a disgrace there so ugly when they go up to a girl they spray with mace while there eyes burning I'm sitting back I'm takin notes im learning what such loser those ugly snitches are for even trying I've smoked so much weed on the inside I'm dieing I know my brains frying there's not a day I don't think about my dad the doctor said the chances of him surviving were very slim I told him I would never forget him then I went to my plug and said give me all the drug I'm but don't give a fuck if I die anymore would drugs I'm gonna score hustling isn't a chore