Fit

Everyday goes by everyday I think about you and I wish you would die seems like a long time ago you try to ride up on this pole I was like hell no you smell like a hoe but you better believe I'm smoking on this end though face painted up like a juggalo sipping on some Faygo you know I'm tired of this crap I don't know how to rap I'm just trying to get up on the map so you better watch out before you get slapped so don't come over here with a box of matches talking about you down with the hatchet talking about all that smash s*** you ain't even about to get nothing live you need to quit before you find out real quick you about to get hit well you know I'm lit I'm a Down South white trash piece of s*** you know I'm just out here trying to keep everything with you I know I need to quit but I ain't about to split cuz I'm on the spliff you know I'm lit coming up with a new head it's your boy Jeeves you know you know what it is