The last night my brother slept at my house, I went riding

Jenga told me "Homie need to get out the house, we been writing

We should whip to Dulles with the pape in my mouth, she's arriving

Dodgeball plane been stay'n' on route", we get rising

I cannot forget how I'd been out, until five in

The morning, snoring, ringing, bringing me right out, of my fineness

"Matthew unresponsive on the side of the route," she's confiding

He'd had an appointment, going to which I had opted out, my brain frying

My uncle even went, it's me and her in the house, and I'm flying

The red light runner, is it fun or can you feel yourself fighting?