text: Bitch, I do not need advice
  Im living life, do what I like
  I swear that all these hoes is trife
  Let me smoke my blunts all night
  Im fucked up and get sucked up
  In the backseat of a golf cart
  Still rolling blunts cause I dont give a fuck
  Ima spark em up in Wal-Mart
  Im copping me some mac and cheese
  I whip it up then pour the lean
  Mac and lean homemade by me
  I eat so good, I go to sleep
  Dont touch my drugs
  Silly fiend cause Ima fuck you up
  Dont touch my drugs
  Silly fiend cause Ima fuck you up
  My bitch, she looks like buttercup
  With longer hair and bigger butt
  Think she beautiful as fuck
  But she still think she aint enough
  That’s love if you asking me
  These SoundCloud rappers trash, my G
  Thinking they surpassing me
  But I keep getting faster G
  Dont touch my drugs
  Fucking fiend cause Ima fuck you up
  You weak as fuck, you aint dope enough
  I’ll throw my fist til its bloody stuff
  Dont touch my drugs
  Fucking fiend cause Ima fuck you up
  You weak as fuck, you aint dope enough
  I’ll throw my fist til its bloody stuff