[Vel 9]

Laced up in chucks, 27 waist on her gut
Mason jars to place her bud so when she blazes a blunt
There's an abundant amount to place in her cup
Tucks it in tight, licks at the lip, and raises it up
This ain't for the love of money, this for the resurrection
On this tobacco leaf, ain't from the factory
All agricultural product rolled rapidly and manually
Not of irregular behavior when I'm capturing casualties
Who be asking to battle me, geez
Did I fuck up ya motion? substance suppressing act
Now you dealing with emotion
Appealing a motion on the most evident material noted
I'm not here to judge you, I'm just the public official
Appointed, wrote it...
Now raise up ya joints, to bitches who be heavy on the scale
Ask for more raise in her points, like she recently got a raise
In her coins, ain't fucking with men so she erasing the boys
Sort of like when she is playing The Voids
Windbreaker honey stomping bunnies at the bus stop
What's not to love about this soldier with the sun spot jonez
Black Castle princess, surrounded by the wild animal type like the mid west
Large cannibal fight in an instant, she starts their suicide
With a syndrome in a mid sec, like a nicotine stick in they system
Walking around lit for a minute, watching her hours click in her limit
Deciding what pray she's gonna inflict in a second, sickening image
Split interference, envious bitch trippin' and shit
Handling her business ain't ever been an issue and shit
She snatched the belly by the beast, she necked it ear to ear
Then she said goodbye to niece..Peace, love
Ain't nothin' against the deep slug in ya piece, dove
Snipped you at yo' wings cus..
Ain't a reason...like a pryo lit them trees son
And like some pyros lit them trees son
Uh, yea..