Y'all muthafuckas is sadly mistaken I think - I don't really think y'all understand What it is that I exactly do I make joints for the radio And all that, youknowmsayin? But this is my shit right here, yo We can just get right to it Hope they can fuck with it ( VERSE 1 ) I can make joints all day, never touch a average Sauce, hot shit, ain't nothin but a marriage Skills that I possess, niggas die to have it Hip-hop muthafucka, I rap like a savage Automatics for faggots who brag about fabrics Mad blood on your carriage, no love for you addict I roast all y'all niggas, homicide closed, die most It's suicide fuckin with me, try toast Fuck cats talkin first class but fly coach The laugh is over, Mr. Half-a-Soda You're at your quota, I'm halfway to Minnesota The seat 1a sippin a ice cold ??Momossa?? Never sober, when I awake I can make a wish Head from the bitch servant or steak and fish Arouse my meat till I'm sound asleep Gettin brain surgery at 33'000 feet A nigga knocked out till I hit the ground and creeped Limo, five star hotel and a suite Once earnin I come turnin for cunt squirmin Bitches who front learnin, yearnin to keep the blunt burnin ( CHORUS )