I don't preach, I hang bars like hooks

So I can speak beef

A fish tank full of notebooks

So much words feel like I can't breathe

So sick, pull raps out from the sleeve

Magic trick spectacular, I'm Houdini

Burning a blunt with a bad bitch, for a genie

Nah son I ain't greedy, I want what I fight for

So let me slide through like a snowboard

This worst is over, I've been to the bottom

I'm done, Plex sits high with broad shoulders

I'm Mr. good looking, fucks good, ask your bitch

Plex a fly man but his brain past orbit

Nah nigga smoke...

Who dat, who dat, say who dat

This ain't Mr. Who, it's big Plex homie in the booth

Verbally dancing to the beat

Slow jams that keep it trill in the streets

I'm a grown man

31 but don't call me no old head

I'll smack blood out your face then I rain dance

Poppy sample, raps, breaks, beats and sample

But this beat's Jak, all praise is due

I ain't done yet like a blunt that just been lit

Snatch the blunt from the nigga that rolled it

Grab the blunt and his bitch right off to the sunset

Now we off this

Now bitch smoke this...

What we do can't be defined

Can't be fragile trying to walk in my size

Surprise this is big boy shit

Scratch that, this is grown man shit

You's a bitch with a dick

They call that tranny

Body work, bleaching their skin like he's Sammie

He's dumb, young, full of cum

Summer's almost done

Still has no place to go

Now he lost one...