XL

She deeps throat, weed smoke, like the bong was a dick

blowin out 0's with some hot flair like rick

never went to school, whatchu know bout faking sick

Henny hit me fast like a fuckin' Bruce Lee kick

bitch i'm the shit, said you can fuckin' read it and weep

watchin' chelsea lately, chillin, an just beatin my meat

so fuckin' discrete, an individual, doing my own

so make room jester for the king and his throne

throw me a bone, make a bitch moan, Im in the zone,

just like macaulay culkin hangin' home alone, I think ill roam

until I find the right fuckin' spot, all i needs a couple 40s & a bag of pot

too hot to trot, nah boi you cant stop this flow

im like a chia pet, gimme water - watch me grow,

sending the blitz, so, sorry, you do not get to throw

this a lyrically journey, and boy you don't get to go.