[Verse:Xavier Crimson]
Done with the small talk,I'm chatting with some demons now
Police sirens blaring,someone must have let them heathens out (Us)
Come a long way, since I was at drew freeman,wow
Sessions at the spot, pa** the ma'f**ing weed around
Keep spiting amateur until the flow deepens,how
Could it, I'm already waist deep inside excretion now
Her mouth open, buried in the semen, guess we even now
n***as rarely gave a f**, confided in my pad and pen
Father say he love me tell where that n***a at then?