Kind Bud, is so good,
Makin me feel like, I should,
Why am I not a dealer? Gettin ripped.
Makin that money, some major grip.
Tired of....Ark City swag,
Fuck you, and that bag,
Fuck a sack of dried stems,
Got pissed...broke all of his limbs.
Hey man, you aint goin' to die,
HAHA! You're always quick to cry,
You give up? You better try,
Wait here...I'm goin' to get high.
Came back, had a dub sack,
Rolled in blazed, looking phazed,
The retard was gone,
At least he left the bong.
It's a new verse, where do I begin?
Tryin' to light this weed, FUCK the wind.