i pass by my old work fat lines that wont hurt breath life inside the white like yogurt drips seeping down my nose now my throat burns wicked driving in the center making folks swerve enough money for the blow to make a hoe splurge this shit will make me evil to the point my grandma's ghost turns cop lights are you driving high? i say no sir peel the tread off my wheels give it road burn make em bald like goldberg