I usually roll through with b**hes and Soju Spliffs and cold brew I'll diss ya whole crew Reduced to ashes ya caskets lay In close quarters combat I'm Ca**ius Clay Ash this jay and transverse through a white light I write like: Alfred Hitchco*k hard baguette on the wrist watch You glad I wrote this Craft an opus with a ma** of focus Smellin' like Armani Code: b**hes open the club doors as I enter bold Breakin' marijuana on a centerfold then ya sister rolled We light blue haze and get higher than ya wifes bouquets Im the talent I let the suites pay The coupes gray f** what you say, I wear Heat like the cover of 2K I sport raw selvage with the Timberland boots enterin' coupes like the stig Can't shoot like the kid(waco) Yall see me in missions with tall Maldivian vixens like Black Dynamite In the hood where n***as sell crack and china white Ya wife hold me tight I'm Dolemite get ya ho to hold the mic During my show tonight Paid Anderson Silva 10 stacks just to throw the fight