Yo, I'm chilling were the Cash be, a villain spittin nasty

Everyone harass me, I'm feeling really gassy

I'm trynna chill like Gatsby

A young **** smoking weed, so my voice is getting raspy

And if you wanna know something, mothafuker, just ask me

I'm sitting back, smoking trees as the time elapse

Spitting raps 'til my vocal cords colapse

I'm tripping off the DMT, blasting off frequently

My drugs speak for me, I'm popping pills

In cotton fields with emit till

Watching Lucy in the sky with diamonds for the thrill

The room is distorted, snow on my lip

**** get to snorting, fuck this rapping shit

It's getting kinda boring, I'm sleeping on the beat

I'm snoring

Der Witz dialog, when I die replay this monolog

Watching porn analog, busting nuts in catalogs

From the Heaven to the Hell I'm a demigod

Simmy lodged in space travel logs

Pass me the pipe fog, so I can phife dogg

I need to retreat, I'm skipping some beats cause of the heat that I'm spitting every week... never written (uh)

Lets check for WikiLeaks, for them riddles, nickels, vodka Skittles and some shitty Beats

My tongue sizzles off them Greek symbols, third eye pixels, DMT, tickles my flow

I'm in love with the coco