Bitch, I’m tryna get dumb high. Balanciaga Jeans. You’ll catch something. Fuckin blow & snortin hookers, x2. NoThot-Grumman. You don’t have to drive the speed limit if you don’t want to. Little people big world, that crazy shit. Russians are mad afraid of bees. Head-faked in changing your name. Coke death squads are back baby! You put on a mustache over your mustache. Life’s been beating the shit outta you. They probably think he’s a transmission. I’ll hit you back, over the next 10-15. “Hey Neighbor!”