.I tote wind, the barrel is a pen
Exhaling shells with verbal homicide that rip the skin
When I get too high I even aim it at my friends
Clip my men like wings of fallen angels grippin sin
One hand holdin a blunt the other hand holdin my dick
Holdin a nut ready to bust on a slut
I'm.
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