Smoking on that pack of Loud
Send fog to lay your bitch ass down
Royalty I wear the crown
And I ain't ever inject brown
Fuck with the pills you sealing ya fate
Won't get reimbursed for what you paid
Family gonna point out how you change
Getting pulled over you high off your face
Stuck in a cell you're stuck in hell
And no one gonna wish you well
You try to hit your clientele
But that's the reason that you fell
Blowing out that fog and now you're stuck underneath my spell
You can scream and cry but nobody here to give you help
Snow white Barrow-Wight and I predicted you're demise
Smoke till I'm too high on a late night drive
And I'm heading for the hills North of 575