[Produced by pyroh] [Verse 1: BHunts] Mind races, gadgets Several canvases of verbal splatter On mad beat, Capisce? Got game where's it at, I got reasons to Diminish your name, mane Better off changing your domain name to f*ggot With ten posters of Lil' Wayne Gems in a bowl, it's a bet Set your right life down in a symbolic wooden Major, the left for the ones who didn't make it Enjoy but pay your dues Treating it whole, like dessert leads to regrets Like bad tattoos, were through We'a rise, stayin' afloat Altitude 1370 meters, capital Kathmandu The view sh**, make the call, I'm getting less productive Than Tatro on Adderall You follow, hard to swallow Like a sterilized piano piece I ain't need no major to produce for me I ain't need to know nobody like No. ID Joe Meek, not even Premo Quiny Jones couldn't stop the flow Don't stop it short, Polio In the late 80s, ladies trying to do picnic Don't get LOST, Libby Do I got to spell it out? Colliding when it's the O.P.P, O.S.I.T and an S after the E This is sick like allergies With the food it's nuts Like keeping cash in your shoes Cla**rooms and cash rules