[Verse 1]

Yo, can I come pick up a nick real quick?

Apparent the world won’t, I’m sick of her shit

Litter the bic, ya, grabbing swishers for spliffs

Rhyming too simple when I’m sober

Move over, these dudes need to learn to move over

And let a bitch break in like this shitty sofa

Lungs loaded off of pot smoke

Choking cause he doesn’t like the last few lines that he wrote

Yo, yo, the pack packing bowls

Packed in the spot, the lot in the pothole

So a kid know better than to blow O’s and showboat

But when the Sean on, the flows take control

Woah, the flows took control

Hopping on the goodies so I’m modern-day Pablo

You know, though, this road is a war zone

Spend time vibing with allies in foxholes

[Hook]

Yes, yes, yes, yes (for the hell of it)

Smoking (for the hell of it)

Packing (for the hell of it)

Rolling (for the hell of it)

Passing (for the hell of it)

Hanging (for the hell of it)

Staying (for the hell of it)

Spending time alive only for the fuckin' hell of it

[Verse 2]

(Toddy L'kaim)

[Hook]