Bro I was in an all black GMC Denali bulletproof whip
Getting escorted to the back door of ciudad de las ideas
Ay love to all my people in Puebla man I used to stay out there whatsup yo (Uh) (Yeah)
I had to right a new jam Hawaii inspired
I'm back from my voyage and my mind is rewired
Regarding all that bullshit man I'm retired
I just a spent a month on an island with fire
Got soul on this jam all that's missing the quire
Her soul is for sale wonder who'll be the buyer
Four hundred million dollars is the bid
And the piece is sold
Dream pursuing ruin ties with the rude women
Stupid lies rather focus on a pretty penny
Cigar lighting plotting life map pinning
Her eyes closed blindfold globe spinning
Pray to god she pick somewhere warm we could swim in
She said how baby my eyes closed
F*ck it that's how I roll got five rolled
And if it's that cold I roll five more
Yeah now listen f*ck fireball alright that ain't real shit
Miss me with the fireball catch me with the chronic
See the blue lights then my ass out like Sonic
Asking me why it's cuz they catch me with chronic
Never been caught though cuz they can't catch a rider
Look into my eyes and you will meet Messiah
When will I tell em' man I haven't decided
My mind been awake since Pangea collided
When I spit into mics yo I'm just being honest
If I'm riding in Puebla it's in the black Denali
Imma be me until my grand finale (Uh) (What it do)