Yes sir. Nappy roots. Well I gotta go. Aww alright. . I find myself up in the sky again, fly-in. So sincere, my dear, when I leave I cry within. It's lonesome here, candy painted oh so clear.
I'm just a big bang baller on a budget. Dank weed, smokin' like 'fuck it'. City slicker, country nigga, reppin' straight from Kentucky. Horseshoes and rabbit paws flossin', chicken closs for the lucky.