Colors

I need not explain, what the fuck is my name,

Ya know who I am, from the bacon soda I came

Out the pots and jars I raise, out of states and corners I bang

From DR to Costa I'm made, H A R, Dwight, yeah I'm cane

Ho, I spell it for you suckers,

And the last time that I you motherfuckers,

At the same time, I let you motherfuckers know,

Especial when its come fast after Where the fuck it go

Gray, tan, or yellow, depending on the cutter,

It's a felon and its butter over eight O's