"As I spend another night with out a single thing to do cept'

writin' down this music I precede to bring to you

My man Billy hit me up he got some weed he bringin through

Tell him better be that good and grab a pack of swishers too

That's what usually happens deserve some cool relaxin

Smokin herb and laughin at Curb your enthusiasm

I'm just a regular kid at my crib doin regular shit burnin five spliffs

I'm so high another night alone so I'm a pour another cup and roll another zone

I'm gone you ain't gonna bring me back so gone couldn't tell you where I'm at

Maybe New York, Philly, maybe Pittsburgh You wanna find me hit me on Twitter

Well that sound mad lame people love me they don't even know my last name

Waitin' at the station till it's time that I can board the train

Headin to the fortune fame should explore my brain

See what I'm thinkin bout, pour a little liquor then I drink it down"