used be the guy all the girls ignore they be on my dick when i hit the billboards, have slick cars tell the same hoes better hit the brickyard cuz i wont ever change especially for a hoe who only want a lil change i stay up in my lane make it one day ima buy my mom a range talking bout a rover god knows i owe her .i struggle staying sober mabye this is bad but ive been in my bag just to relize that im just like my dad got a hot head, hustle for my bread ,prolly wind up dead and meanwhile depression its got my ass stressing do all dogs really go to heaven the things i wanna know the places ima go do it on my own gotta roll another cone im on an unpaved road trying to find my way home and yea i got my chrome cuz tonight im all alone trying get paid from the talents i have shown still smoking the zone mabye even two cuz u know that im prone fly like a drone find the right hoe eat the pussy off the bone true to my own this been know find another like me bet he was clone brand new cologne smelling like gucci stoned off the doobie snacking like scooby were they do that full time trap i must be a dog the way i beat up the cat like damm bring it back joey spit crack this just facts hit you with the narcann,seeing bush moneys like your ass was tarzan bars got you shook fuck tarzan i was into jungle book u think i been booked the way i spit fire roll up a blunt dont even need a lighter so boy take ya bic im getting too lit remember my name jey dee from the sticks