yo comin through with the duce duce got a couple screws loose tryna make another band off the fruit loops roll it up spark it up hit it this aint hit it or miss it i go scopes out tryna blow your top off with a sawed off cut your words off with a sawzaw straight murder from the west side east coast clean roast thats how it goes coast to coast tryna put a roof over my head and a place to chill and spread like butter on bread got a few bitches in my bed giving me dome car outside chromed out smoked out speaker's bumpin loud to my track with the racks on the build up i dont need a cup just roll the fuckin blunt up