"'87 roof top, Bronson
Whippin hoopties tryna boost raw chronic
Brutus in that booth
Double scoop, hock vomit up
Sub rocking, thud knocking n*ggas teeth loose
Bruh, I don't f*ck with no cops
Rolling with that flow swamp
Catch me over stove top
Rapping to that coke rock
Passionless in old Jive Clothing
With them doors wide open
Dim the floor lights, focused
Like its nothing, 'cause it's nothing, b*tch"