Tennis match blessing joy. Dog food ol’ Roy dirty south Rambo in the Benz say fuck a lambo Switch it up go commando Boosie u been fucking with me some years you seen my many tears then I disappeared u kno I ain’t scared that shit be weird u kno I was raised in the trenches hot in my kitchen all my haters be wishing to eat what I’m fixing got the burner on. Working from my phone I can’t fall apart I ain’t post Malone sup in the atl shit I ain’t check the mail my boat bout to sail. I’m drinking out the wishing well what the hell never see an another cell I’m going to court still out on bail. I do what I say and say what I do maybe a feature with you. U kno how I do.