text: I cant give a fuck bout what you saying, what you talking
  I be sparking, nigga, Im just trying to smoke my weed
  Watch me as Im floatin and Im fallin, never stallin, hella awesome
  Baby, Ima give you what you need
  Blowin on some gas in a Swisher with some hash in the middle
  Dawg, Im choking, homie, I cant breathe
  Got me screaming
  Fuck them other niggas cause Im down for my niggas
  Keep on smoking it til my eyes bleed, until my eyes bleed
  Cheifin until my vision bleeds from the pot
  Fiend for the Mellow Team cause we the very cream of the crop
  Single a spot, we scheming, infrared beams for the top
  Give you the verbal use of drugs, people, you need it or not, or not
  Or what? We hot as fuck, fuck nigga, you out of luck
  Ive been kickin knowledge since my fuckin pockets knotted up
  You was still a novice when my confidence was plotted up
  Makin the most of what this bullshit world allotted us
  I carry the mic with a scary delight
  Death and hip-hop follow H.B. with a tracking device
  And bitch, I put that on everything, its golf every-wang
  Hit the crack pipe or find a better hang, wolves wearing fangs
  Niggas out here on the hunt
  Bitches, brunches, and blunts
  Fifties, hundreds and up
  You gonna roll it or what?
  Black hoodies homie, no tux
  Still not giving no fucks
  Decision making reliably, taking over society
  Tyler, Hodgy and Doms
  Niggas forgot about us
  Knowing we wreck shit hotter
  Than turtlenecks in Bahamas
  I fucking wear mine in August
  To match my long sleeve pajamas
  Made out of llamas and lava
  Cause niggas was sleeping on us
  With one eye open, it’s the odd futurama
  Mac 11, make you do the Macarena
  This lasagna that I’m making
  You ain’t eating, you just drinking orange soda
  Bruh i told you I’m all that
  The pockets is on Kenan
  If you dont know who we are by now
  Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow
  Never salute your captain Charlies were round town
  The way out this battle is if Im dead or they bow down
  Bow down, bow down
  Aim your firearms in the air, pow pow
  Never salute your captain Charlies were round town
  Pow, pow
  Bow down