The high supplier, I keep it on the wire
Never been a liar, I admit I smoke fire
But, bud you're too dense, we should break it up, and leave in the past tense
Make it up, ya own worlds fake as f**
Don't give a chance to take it up, I'm the reason why she made a s*ut
And I say wa**up, to all these ladies c*nts
Wet remains n stuff.. I got enough problems, for another dame to f**
My brains enough, popping cherries on this mindf**
I mind s*uts, cuz they don't matter when the times up
You can't find love, respect your own before I wind up
In asylums, looking for the signs..fu*k
f** trust, nothings ever promised
Positions never lock, and these b**hes never honest
She's s**ing on it, but im feeling kinda off it
Bouta blow but I pissed.. sh**