Where's my mind gone
Am I too high Yeah Right
Swishers got me in the sky
I ain't ever comin' down
Smoke a nigga like a blunt
Cause these parts you don't come around
Sparked em up and left they bodies on the f*cking ground
Light a backwood in the backseat
Roll the windows down
Pass it to the front and reload the fifty round
10 shots out the barrel and 2 bodies never found
Rollin' Purple like the afros on these f*ckin' clowns
They was acting funny but look who's laughing now
Niggas want that smoke
Make em choke on they words
While I toke on this herb
Burn the pope
Ash in his urn
Bitch I'm dope
F*ck do you mean
Bodies froze
Fleeing the scene
Cut the coke and serve the fiends
Then go home and smoke some Russian Creams
Got Gelato on the triple beam
To make sure
Niggas ain't rippin' me
Or I let the heater rip his spleen
Smokin' reefer
Bitch I'm the reaper
Call yo preacher
About the creature
That's lurkin'
With no feature
Masked up
Bout' to set it off like Queen Latifa
Gassed up
On shit that's louder than yo speakers
Bitch I'm blowin' like a creeper
Like I'm Jeepers
Cut yo throat and take yo peepers
Cut yo throat and take yo peepers
Where's my mind gone
Am I too high Yeah Right
Where's my mind gone
Am I too high Yeah Right