 Hey, black flag all on my mic. I've been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker. The price is right. Being broke, my kryptonite. Being rich, my superpower. Smoking on these bitter niggas. In my hood, we call it sour. From the south side of FLA. Been through Dayton Broward. Musty ass kush on me, smelling like a golden shower. Yeah, I like my weed louder. Bitches badder, niggas realer. I don't play about my family, about my business, about my spiller. My flag on my steering wheel. I'm so stuck, I'm stirring still. Fuck the hat.