Smoking like a Rover high as a 4-leaf clover is it really my odor smoking like Danny P some my peeps call me Danny my melody is bars till crazy it's the motive of being focus time slips hocus pocus I'm a beast like Moses the wind of the air my bars is killing shit I know my time is here I have bars compared to me even in truth or dare my life is stranger things I be going crazy with my own way with bars literally it's like you can see my words in the air physically maybe mentally I go past a ghost till I see the holy ghost bars to say that I just flip back my hat so repair hard lyrics I swear time in place I don't know where someone got shot I don't say nothing keep my voice inside my fucking head till I snap with this bars I want the bread shit I even go back work tomorrow in two or three years I'll make history if I study back I'm the map yeah I don't cap I run like a drum bat my bars go so fucking hard I already know that call me YoungGhost Boy or Young Phanto I can go back in time while meditating or maybe playing a piano while getting my past back unless there was deep arrow I did All That Smoke I'm just saying though in this point looking outside the mellow window I was walking on a gold road and seen a scarecrow with a brick in the wall that had some pointed arrows there was a sacred land that went down the hill past a broken band