They must have amnesia, they forgot that I'm him

That Burberry back woods pack hitting that pussy smell like a Hellcat V8

We smokin' shit in a glass pipe, blowin' the lord's bubbles, yeah!

I'm sick in the head, I'm on them Broward County Tic-Tacs

I'm on them Georgetown Gеronimos, I'm on them Nashville Nibblers

I lеft my Margielas in the Benz truck, I'll have to stunt on them next time

I don't give a fuck if I go blind, I don't need to see the price tag anyways