text: Yeah, g-shit
  And I aint smokin none of that unless the weed stick
  Bitch Im in the zone and if I ever leave
  Fuck a jacket Ima rock my tattoo sleeves
  I got thirty naked bitches in the kitchen
  Crumblin the herb and rollin it up in the Swishers
  Kush is my cologne, every minute blowin heavy
  I dont smoke it on occasion, everyday is 4/20
  All I do is flame shit, I dont do that change shit
  EST for life bitch, ya I do that gang shit
  Look at who I came with, better fix ya face quick
  Cause I gotta lot of muh-fuckers with me we all on the same shit
  Now pass me the dutching-ton,
  I still gotta nickle crumbled in the George Washington
  Order up a quarter my connect is on the phone
  Mix the purple with the lemon G kush and get stoned
  God damn it im gone, blowin with the wind
  Cleveland is the city, see it showin on the brim
  Black lights on the tats glowin on my skin
  And my blunt is never lonely all my Ls got twins blaze up!
  Yeah, blaze up, lil bitch blaze up
  So what the fuck blaze up, ugh, blaze up, kels Blaze up
  And we burnin up like the heat is on
  Kelly smellin good, blowin wood
  Bitch my life is like a weed-a-thon
  Size 12 Chuck Taylors what my feet is on
  Laced up blazin back to back like repeat a song
  And fuck the police boy, I say it proud
  And if they hear me fuck the police say it loud
  20 dollars and a dream bitch Im livin
  Back strokin in yo girl, no swimmin
   boy thats pimpin
  You wanna know my goal, a couple sold out shows
  Some hoes and a pocket full of woah
  Got it for the low, tear the place up
  Pass the dutch and blaze up, motherfucker lace up
  Ughhh. blaze up,
  Hundred words and runnin
  Lace up. lace up bitch. EST blaze up
  Kels laced up. Gone