Nonsense

Its preposterous. We rock the hits.
With josh and this Sick flow and crew
That blew through, and through you
We’ll reach out of and into
Your soul, no hope, all mirrors and smoke
We’ll blow you away like a smoke, a toke,
A choker we broke to bits
Ya’ll midnight tokers can’t take the hits
Cause we swingin them thangs
And givin our thanks
When we roll up to the banks
And cop us some cake
Spit some game with the teller
Wanna tell her we should be together
Gotta go get her, sit with her
Take her out and snap a quick picture
So Baby, let’s break and strafe from the strife
Girl, I’m just trying to make you my wife
Cause we couldn’t hope for a richer life