Heads up look who’s got the pen sunk

Deep in your veins overdosing on these meds bruh

It’s a fetish with a mistress in a red dress

Devil laying down on satin soft bed spreads

But mom I don’t wanna!

Doctor gave me a bunch of drugs to make me more calm

It’s strange how the market values gone up

I think they been giving us the wrong drugs

It’s all about those creature comforts though

Toilet bowls made of gold to piss and shit into

Gotta love the way the honey makes the money flow

When the gods of the underground get to listen too

No hate homeboys I just spit the truth

And if you don’t get it yet you're a bit confused

I get it bro or bae you don’t know which latrine to use

When the flow is Bane I’ll back break the stooge

Come and listen to the kid rap it’s something

If you’re from that city life, or country bumpkin

No matter where i choose to write I keep it bumping

I rap like I keep my bizz tight, no fronting

Always keep em guessing, always leave em wondering

I’m on higher plane with a different type of buzz thing

Try to keep it subtle, struggle in the bubble

Focus like the Hubble star system drum roll

But that’s just me yo

Motherfuckers mistaking me for Miss Cleo

I don’t see you no crystal ball to peep through

So leave loot or something for my sweet tooth