(Josh on da ad-libs, George W Bush doesn't care about black people)



Landed on this beat
Like a bird in a tree
I just text this little shawty
Now she sending me some feet
(DAMN *sniff* AUHGHHGHG)
This beat so fire and I got good flow yo
No need for other rappers I got this solo
I like romantic poems
And the birds and the bees
My homies all relaxing
And puffing on some weed
(YOUNG MONEY CLAN)
My rolly cut scene since 2016
Look at this ice its like a beam
(fart)
Man Omg this soup making me farty
California know how to party
I just showed up in a Ferrari
With a snail called Gary
(meow)
Walking in the club you know I say packing
Even in my underwear while I start rapping
(*gunshot*)
She says I am the one, but the kid is not my son
(HEE HEE)
Located thy opps and make haste on the run
I get waisted on some rum
This whole rap game ain't no fun
Got the bitches and the P's
You could say I'm pretty done
Hit a baseball , got a homerun
Got some head from a nun
She said I finish quickly so I pull out my gun
( bang )
I'm loving life
Went to pick some flowers
Headed home for a nice shower

This song about to end
Gonna go home to my bog
See you later stupid bitch