setting the mood.

Y’all bout killed my mood. Now what the fuck up with this ficketyk I’m jostle be tried shit fuck what ya know

Pick a number 1 through 7
I’ll try out four
Nope, eleventy-two
But that’s not fair
Don’t care, my rules

You’re not a player, you’re the game, so you get played, it’s all the same, lock n load, take 2 to the brain, end this reign, but nope my friend, you get a replay, time to refrain from the regain n portray the real way not hearsay but the repay, payback , in twin gats, make em retract their feedback comp on the weed sack. Blow smoke so strong off the bong it’ll flip us wig, upside inside to the highside of the low, how deeps this rabbit hole go, somewhere unknown yet still bestowed to the finest of the ones in demented mindsets , if you don’t understand, back track n rewind this.