Day 1-5/ Broadcastin' outta tha trap/ this place, it used to be immaculate, but Steven fixed that/he went from riches to rags/ he went from bitches to nags/ he waitin' for the Queenie-Taylor Treen-ie Menage a trois/ going for the education/ stayin' for class/ I boast a unique kind of lineage/ blow alien glass/low-end for the bass like an Arabian ass/ and if the poor man catch a break it's radiation for us///

Don't even bother with it it's practically gone/ we needa holler at the plug to put the blast in the bong/ No need to wallow in it, cuz after it's gone/ we pass the jeeter, Maybe G, and change the entire song////

It ain't uncommon to feel a bit out of sorts/ when your lady's full of bugs and when your bed has got sores/ Get edamame for everyone here, of course/"Okay, ya got me" while I SOS like Samuel Morse////

There it go, yeah

Another day stronger

There it go, yeah

I wish the day longer

There it go, yeah

Another day sober

From everything except tequila, G, and mainly mota