stay w pole money never fold shorty bold tryna smoke up what i rolled kick in ur door tell me who u told this shit a chore show me to the lord im always bored cant even record so i just pour bottles till i soar yeah 04 u hear the roar speeding make it floor bottles galore shots until i snore cant do no more inside theres a war clutchin on my fire need to save my liver/kidneys this shit dire u aint steppin up to shit we aint gon fight cuz if u run up imma send u to the light