Riddle me this m**a

Who the big dog

Roll around my city

Hit a lick

Smokin big logs

In the bog

Stumble through the fog

With my wrists caught

Shackles don't affect me

Ever since I blew my head off

P**y boy

Who the f**k are you

I'm the lord of bliss

Couple witches stirrin up the brew

Get ahold of this

Tying up my blood stained shoes

I don't trip for shit

A couple broke endorphins

And I'm draggin the whole forest to the pit

Tommy on my hip

And a honey on the side

When we load the mags

We gon honeycomb yo mind

Tommy on my hip

And a honey on the side

When we load the mags

We gon honeycomb yo mind

Tommy on my hip

And a honey on the side

When we load the mags

We gon honeycomb yo mind

M**r

So so so so

So glad so glad

I got pockets full of ash

Grey sands for the sockets

Grey hands from my stance uh

Lay uh lay uh

Lay my man down

Boutta paint on this canvas

Take this cardboard away

It's a fake crown anyway

He's a baby baby boy

His vision is all but destroyed

Boutta make him see and understand

A real mans plan with high demand

But ill be damned

Cuz this boy is f**n cursed

Its the worst

He's been a slave

And yeah he's been a slave

Let this boy

Let him f**g rot cuz I'm done