[Verse 1]

The sun is coming up fuck seasonal depression

Right now it's 2020 and we’re in a recession

So all I can do and have done is count my blessings

Drizzle oil on the blunt just like dressing

Wish I could say that there's peopleI'm impressing

So I just try to leave a good impression

She’s loving the compression from my erection

Fondling my jewels like checking early detection

Kinda glad I spent over half my life reflecting

Most of you are stuck behind while I'm passing through sections

Quick correction

My words have more firepower than a Glock or a Wesson

Wake up everyday and I'm ready for the testing

Always and only one thing I wanna be stretching

Because obviously I haven't learned my lesson

Always crashing like a ran an intersection

[Bridge 1]

Intersection, intersection

Motherfucker crashed, like I ran an intersection

Intersection, intersection

Motherfucker crashed, like I ran an intersection

Intersection, quick correction

Glock, motherfuckin' Smith and Wesson

Quick correction, intersection

Crash, and crash, and crash, crash, and crash, crash

[Verse 2]

Flow so nasty like it got an infection

Swear on my life never catch me flexing

Unless these lazy couch potatoes aren't stressing

But they can't be concerned when all they do is watch Netflix

Spending hours and hours just tryna get their dicks wet

I'd rather be working than collect unemployment

I don’t know about about you, but I don’t see no enjoyment

Wanna have so much cash, until I can't even hold it

Cause my mind works differently, there is always another way to mold it

Think outside of the box, it was the opposite end I opened

A, B, C, D, E, F, G

I might have slipped my self some LSD

You’re not a dope dealer

Or a pimp player

You only get that one chance, don't ask if I'll be around later

Shred your ass up, I put it through a cheese grater

Can't disperse no fucks for a pussy boy hater

[Bridge 2]

Pussy hater, pussy hater

Got no fucks for a fucking pussy hater

Dump your body, we won’t see your ass later

Got no fucks for a pussy hater

Pussy hater, motherfuckin' pussy hater

Got no fucks for a fuckin' pussy hater

Fuck your ass, we won't see your ass later

Fuck a motherfuckin' fuckin' pussy hater

[Verse 3]

If I'm writing pages while I'm raging

I throw heat up in the kitchen, you'd swear I was Cajun

Not lil dicky but my pecker is small

Not Lamar oden but I swear I can ball

Not balling now but my stacks will be tall

The bigger they are

The harder they fall

Back to square one

Now they gotta crawl

Choke on my dick, nutsack and all

Spitters are for quitters, Mr Squidward

Could be any psychedelic in my elixir

If she needs work, I won't fix her

Cause I'm slick tho

Pull the pin tho

She a bimbo

My dick fat like crisco

Do it back and forth, repetitively like disco