[Verse: Logic]
My bars stronger than a hand full on xanies
I smoke dope & soap panties
Look up in the cup & get a [?]
I got a geriatric fettish homie, fuck the Grammy’s
Roll it up like sleeves, yeah we like the leaves
Smokin’ til’ we can’t breathe, whip out the peace
I ain’t finna let nobody leave, [?] through the