Yo my mic on..ok good.

I’ve been carrying all this dead weight over my shoulder blades

Like a bear skin on my neck in the older days

Pig skin for my boots like I play for Notre Dame Used to skate all over the ice to the open flame

Now I’m 40 and my wife says I’m overweight

Time flies when you was flying over the golden gate

Doing lines off her thighs we’ll she holds her straight

Man we did a lot of miles in that old escape

Now we driving up north through the Georgia straight

Man I shoulda played corner down in Florida state

But they caught me at the border with a load of weight

Sent me back to Canada on a frozen plane

Now I’m back home thinking bout some dough to make

Got me thinking crazy ripping off this hoe I hate

Maybe it’s cocaine I just need to focus straight

Put away the lines baby I don’t wanna hold the plate

I just wanna hold some paper I just wanna get some scrill

I just need to get my paper right then we can really chill

Not until then I don’t care about your friends

So just stay off the fucking phone don’t wanna hear ya press send

That’s your final notice

I don’t hide no motives

I gotta be me I don’t like a life that’s sober

I like to get faded I like to get fucked

I like to hit a …and get a nut

Then leave you in the dust like when an 8 balls crushed.

It’s Evil Ebenezer in a black and white tux.

I came here to party so if ya'll wanna get it

Open up the bag let’s all go to heaven

That’s the fucking anthem so don’t you forget it

We all getting fucked up we all gonna be legends

I’m shooting out the Acura I see them getting closer

The bullets really flying I’m popping like a soldier

Ya this my moment this my red October

Ya your boy should of moved south to California

Still I’m up north and I’m frozen like Pneumonia

Ya I’m getting stoned so I’m moving to Estonia

I’m stacking I’m stacking I’m stacking my dough

Got undies out the undies what’s cracking my bro

If you really say you love me then be happy my bro

And tell your girl she can back it up slow

Back it up slow back it up slow

I twist my blunt them I’m slapping you hoes

Back it slow back up slow

I twist the cap then I’m stacking my dough