We'd Smoke apache, choke, when all my folks were latch key
And too broke to match me, blown, and grown ups would provoke to catch me
I would smoke lit, right around the time that !@%!e hit

On my broke %#@!, selling seeds to freshmen rhyming joke %#@!

Before I tore a mic, I was in aurora psych

And now im tryna score a !@() while seeing what the local floras like
Vandalizing, in the school the scandal rising
While im fantasizing of cupping Tupperware where my handle lies in


Grams in my sandle lining, I wouldn't dream of cream
That see me in buca di beppos with the candle dining

Sticks that its within the grasp, chicks that used to gas and pass me
Spin and gasp and then they ask me to unpin a clasp


Cold hushes from these old lushes
Now im $#&@ing old crushes, pimp limping like I hold crutches
Fingers green like I fold dutches

Giving hoes Bold touches til their souls in my cold clutches