Basements & Blunts

This on some old Coldwater road type shit

White boys huffing that nos, Oochie Wally

At the party with Roberto Cavalli all on my body

Assorted powders and molly, girl, goodness golly

It ain't even nobody birthday, it's just a hobby

Kitchen counter holding everyone's bags, look like a lobby

I can't even stand being at parties, that's out of body

Exhaling kush kief in balloons, he whipping Audi's

That's four o's I smoked in a day, coughing hardly

I can still rap a whole song through

And hit the notes that I need to when your girl come through