Out of Tune

I don't wanna talk I wanna celebrate

I take my keefa all the way to see the heaven gates

I tell Jesus to go and fuck himself you hella lame

Then smoke my kush in front of his face then blow his mother name

I know I'm better then their shit so I've been smoking Mary

Tough to honor all that shit but one day they gone blare me

I've been honest bout this shit but they been spitting fairy

Tryna travel with my music but they called a cary

I don't wanna talk I wanna celebrate

I take my keefa all the way to see the heaven gates

I tell Jesus to go and fuck himself you hella lame

Then smoke my kush in front of his face then blow his mother name

Spitting this shit like it's a prayer that's why it's heavenly

Tobacco with Mrs.Jane on a roof but off a canopy

Monopoly money coming in that's what they telling me

Honest about that shit that's what they telling me