Not visiting those chach brokers while the sun is up, shield,
(use it n cruz it bugga)
Met em in the back room with a hitta eye poppin bourbon, pistols out,
Old green wisdom. Spin a while.
Things ha’nt been vivd in so long.
Vivd, purific sin.
Bad jeans, putrid chonies, broken, back, low battery.
Vile liquid sitting on a fattie, one a hot fat sunny day.