Pot

I got my hand in the pot

He tried to one up on me but i already peeped so i sent him to rot

Come take a look at my demeanor

Watch how i pop

I got a purpose so why would i stop

See all the serpents i look in they eye

If you play with my paper you playing with fire

If i'm losing my temper i gotta get high

I won't stress 'bout a bitch now it's making her cry

I'm with love with this money i'm tie'ing the knot

So many blue notes that cover my floor it turn to a pile