stuffed with all this nonsense
wishin it would get common or be god sent
i dont wannanother comment
stop with all them drugs its not the hot set
i mean maybe mary shes got clarity
filled with all that thc standing barely
eyes as red as beets in the berry patch
the deadliest of carried bags marry that
im feelin like im very mad
now im kinda happy but im barely sad
fuck this sativa its got me staring bad
now whose the hare in rap
bouncin every which and other way
calm it down you need to stay within the page
cut them down and make it rain
jump and pounce upon the pain

so its been a couple minutes
since ive been up in the scrimage 
kinda odd the way i did this
be on broadway makin digits
its a moment like this in the music
when your thinkin bout the usage
all these drugs and untold stories
in the end it all just bores me 
can i stand the fall and mornings?
probably manage tall cups pouring
liquor in the system
Syndicate upon the mission 
lore be quicker than fission
too much information kitten?
superstitions of vixen this stories written
all the people need those mittens

weed up in the trash sack
a few pounds pass that
take a few drags off the matched patch
stash track holdin off on half max
wack dad howd you get to have that
all around the room were bloomin hash 
this is on the sound up in here too its cupids sash
aint nobody lookin blue or attacked
but damnit man am i attached
need another ounce inside my mouth
so i batter bake and make up a whole mound
of the good stuff
keep it hood you know yall ruff
i been howlin at the dusk
got that towlie hushed
and im out in the town makin saleries bruh