You gotta problem I know it
You’re lookin’ burnt like a locust
And never keep a good focus
When mixing weed with emotions
You gotta kill it like roaches
Whenever joints go unnoticed
Because they think that you’re bogus
In spite of how you just wrote it
Through all the passing commotion
Without a daily devotion
I spit these raps when I’m loaded
Because my friendship corroded
With all these Hollywood poets
that got a style but it’s stolen
I’m not Kid Rock but I’m rollin’
Wit marijuana that’s potent

So take ya hype of the moment
And take a trip with the dosage
It’s not a Heist, it’s a hold-up
I have no money under floorboards
Like the rapper Macklemore does
But I’m crashin’ like a tour bus
Drove by Kanye West supporters
and it’s not a bit important
cause the show is going forward
with the Lord performin’ sorta
with some other gods I’m bored of
when religions not important
it’s a title I’m ignoring
while I’m snoring in the morning
thinking “Damn, it’s kind of boring
when you have no message for me”

Never mind, I’m kinda sorry
Get me outta purgatory
When my storys that unruly
Imma make a movie, get a groupie
Rent a cheap Jacuzzi, in my dreams
But then I lose it
Cause I woke up to the music
And it’s not a bit amusing
Cause I hear my family feuding
In the kitchen over schooling
So I smoke a doobie
If you gotta problem, sue me
Judgin’ Judy by her beauty
She’s a floozy with a duty
And a different kinda rulin’
When I show her what I’m movin’
Wrote a story, No conclusion
And the intros kind of stupid
But the plot is picking up
Creating legends like a druid
With a movement from the ruins
That they ruined with their blueprints
Quit your hindrance and resistance
I’m schooling without a textbook
To the next one, while you’re in the rest room
I’ll best you with your witch on my broom
It’s a cartoon fool
the way you’re looking when I come through
So make way or make room
I’m that loser buffoon who has
Nothing better to do then just make
raps in my room.