Like a sprained ankle boy I aint nothin to play wit
Over time you realize that some people just aren't worth it anymore.
The game got these old handprints on it, but Imma be the one to pour cement on it.
I can't relate to these haters, my enemies never made it.
I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi. I race for your love, Shake-n-Bake, Ricky Bobby
Kush rolled, glass full, I prefer the better things.