text: I can’t read!
  I got 5
  I got 5 on it 2, my nigga
  Nah, I aint smoking
  Come on, nigga! Just hit the fucking-
  Nah, you know I dont smoke
  This nigga never want to smoke, my nigga
  Im high off life, nigga
  Straight edge ass nigga
  Im good man
  If you aint gonna fuckin smoke nigga, then just rap for us, nigga
  Aight nigga, I got this
  Yo, yo, look
  Im Tyler, Mr. Green Hat
  Pro-abortion, anti-clean rap
  Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
  My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
  Where the black girls get their weaves back
  Awesome I achieve that mini, blasting Youre a jerk
  In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot
  Bouncing round the house trying to find an easy way to rape Minnie
  Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny, dead
  I like my girls smart, skinny
  Kinda pop tart, when I bite into them red
  Im a self-racist, you should tape this, ask Sarah, Im the rapist
  Im a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
  My hat is by Jabbia, and if you got a fucking problem
  With the future, you can get a death wish just like Atiba
  Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
  Im watching the Berrics getting head from someones parent
  A lot of fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed
  That Im sharing in the force with the cyclops staring
  Im flying on a beaver, youre a disbeliever
  So dont ask for no mothafuckin ride when you see us
  Swim right past you, the shit-list said that Im nutty such a cashew
  Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
  Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
  The shit, you can mention me if anybody ask you
  Kill the jungle, let the cats loose
  You didnt see me here if someone ask you
  I want to feel her in every way
  Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
  Bong, vaporizer, in the sack now
  Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, Im trapped
  Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
  Roll it up and ensure that everythings fat
  She aint got time to try and relieve ya
  But shell get all in your head, Sativa
  Im good but yall dont want me like vegetables
  Im all in front of you zeroes like decimals 
  Lets take them high like the decibels
  So we get them high, get them high like cholesterol
  In a overweight mother-lover, my tracks is filled with blubber
  Thats fat, who needs another producer?
  Chica-Go-Getter from Odd Future, used to ride solo
  Cause I aint really care what the rest say
  Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
  Best stay away when the door closed, I show up with four hoes
  Best believe Im leaving with more of those
  And I got a girlfriend so Im a keep lying til the verse end, FIN
  BrandUn DeShay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
  Odd Future, O.F. until, until... from now until forever, Peace
  We grind, these niggas asking for some promo
  We sit back, observe, stacking hella box logos
  Square circle jerks starting O.F. moshpit
  Preaching to the poets, Im an O.F. prophet
  No less profit, fiened when we drop shit
  Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split
  Its that crack, give you something to sell
  Put these bitches on lock down, something like jail
  Thought she hot I swear, probably rougher than hell
  And she aint gay, but the only thing she like is fucking Chanel
  Light skinned women, all sex everything
  Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything
  Everything that we call flight, living life
  This is everything that they call hype
  Im everything that they call nice
  She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right
  Intimidated by niggas you cant be
  Im a G, and this is something you cant see
  Top ranked, number one my son
  And she looking for them trees, baby we got some
  And stay focused on the women and you get less done
  Its ironic cause I always hear you talking about one
  Them other niggas smoke, they aint this high
  How high? Nigga, higher than the kites they fly