[Chorus]. Can you handle my love (You better kick rocks). I'm sick of your lies (You better kick rocks). Sick about your issues (You better kick rocks).
[Chorus]. Catch me ridin' on them numbers. Either four, five or six hundred. Top down, lookin' for a head hunter. If it's in a mob, she can't be my baby mother.
I smoke the kush getting high in the. Swanana!. When the Cadillac is getting on the. Swanana!. So hot that I can throw my brain,. Swanana!. Where everybody keeps staying at the.