text: Aye hold up hold up
  Bring that back
  We bout to fucking turn this shit up ya feel me aye hold up
  Im stealing chicken from your local kitchen
  I look the chef right in his eyes and dip
  There better be no bitch in there
  Some consequences when you dont listen
  You gon wake up in your bed with some stitches and fingers missing
  If I’m tripping it’s the shroomies or the molly
  Aye aye
  If I’m slipping and passing it’s on the PS4
  I’m probably high
  I ignore every bitch thats trying call me
  They so fucking annoying
  Im smoking blunts because they calm me
  Im a zombie
  I be zoning riding early in the morning
  Im taking up out my bed I’m barley yawing, I’m on it
  Im bout to think of all the ways to get this money
  I mean there wasnt weed or plenty of food inside my tummy
  Im hungry
  Ive been starving like a fucking stray dog
  I hope these rapper in the game dont got plans to stay long
  Ive got way too many lives saved up, I’m staying strong
  At least I hope, shit Milo I aint high enough, pass me that shit pass me the bong
  I break the weed up
  With leave up
  Then i chief up
  Aint no time without my reefer
  Im rolling them high procedure
  Have a seizure when you hit it
  You been on the middie from the city
  Thinking you smoking on that loud, pipe down
  Pussy bitch quit talking
  Im silent fuck keep on walking
  Catch you slipping and i off and
  Way too often do I see another talent less freak
  Claiming he gon take the top but he wont last one week
  Ya bitch