Who the fuck is this?

Ringin' me at 10:44 in the morning, it's dawning now I'm yawning

Never would of thought of this

Stand up stepping all over my SEGA cartridges, the hardest part of any morning

Where u get no sleep, eyes closed, don't know where ur going

iPhone ringing, my wifey jada calling, so I answer

Hey baby, what's going on

And the sound of my tone, so cold, deep, and pretty raspy

Nights after i smoke blunts

Go to sleep and expect to conversate with motherfuckers, it's pretty nasty

I'm coming over soon, she explained, so I wonder how the fuck ima keep her entertained

And I'm walking around stressing bout how ima see the day

I take a long shower an hour before the wait of the next text message on my fone I will delay

To even see the written page

I go to my computer, Beats 4 Brothels 2, a classic from Doppelgangaz

Black man, white man, so u know its fire, Waka Flocka Flame when the L needs a lighter

Headed to the closet, red Coogi sweater on, black supreme hat to the Max, Matching Birdman's Aston

It really never matters but as long as she ok then I'm cool with the fact that she finds me attractive

Breakin' up the buds, crack open the bluntvilles, waiting for my download for the mood to feel real tight

Kinda like ya skirt is, life is a bitch, till u meet her in person

Personally I feel its urgent, to pet the pussy once, after blazing many blunts

I know you having fun, making all these funny noises, while I'm playing with that cunt

One day turned to plus 3 months, we in the cut

Shorty pulled up in a maxima, Rollin down her window with aromas of the pack, u know she with it for the action

Walk her to the crib, like she was late for her lab session, she has some class but was drop by her last lesson

So I play position, she wanna listen to the A, she into favoritism

We talking music but she act like she never had a feeling, of my missile launching in her base during intermission

And her eyes wide open, and her mouth sewn shut, mami tells me keep it going

And she pulls my hair, dick waxing bootious Maximus

She backs it up, Magnum packed with more than half my nut

She poppin' bottles of that pinnacle, down the hatchet, ratchet bitch calling my jack and my modem crashing

Pissed like a dirty diaper on my niece's ass, screaming like my nephew Troy, once I heal the rash

Waiting for my download, see a couple beats for the moment I could blast on my surround sound

Now I'm wildin' out, with the album not done, and I'm rocking bits and pieces writing 16's

Shorty asked me, if I keep it 100

I replied I put the G in the Genesis

Sweetie you won't believe me If I told u nobody keeps a buck, real **** do real things, throw the hash

In the basket, 91%

Down the hatchet, 91%

Don't stash it, 91%

Just pass it, 91%