(Hook)

Hotbox the indoor

Roll up the window

I'm on my way up

They gots to pay us

Hotbox the indoor

Roll up the window

I'm on my way up

They gots to pay us

(Verse 1)

Pussy boy get to the side

You ain't built to live this life

I pray for money and respect

I roll my papers with a tek

One of the greats

Pray everyday

I gotta stack it up I'm making money til I see the grave

I'm like a rockstar, out a whole pound in your face

I'm at the tip top with a zip lock and a vape

I'm so indecisive

Don't know where the fuck my mind is

But I'm always feeling irie

Damn my pupils always dilated