[Verse 1: Eyez]
I'm like, fuck feds the law is a scam
And I ain't supporting their plan
I hate police I can't wait to see the pork in the can like a portion of spam
It's fucked up, mandem calling me champ, when I spat bars it was caught in the camp
Fuck all of your man, I'll war with your gang yet rub together like I'm warming my hands

[Verse 2: Eyez]
Yo, It's E to the Y
Got a bigger buzz than Bee's in the hive
That's facts, no reason to lie
Been in crack flaps with the bees and the whites
Dash that, had to leave it behind
Stack cash I got P's on my mind
Keep your trap trapped when you speaking to I
You better keep it in line

[Verse 3: Eyez]
Coz most of my youngers are mentally ill
Most of my youngers are tempted to kill
Most of my youngers all poke up the olders and most of the olders are meant to be real
Most of the youngers are friends with the still
Man get jacked when they friendly with Jill
Fam in black at the end of the hill
That's a bad ending for real