(sketch lyrics)

I ain’t geting jacked

If they coming in the front I rolling out the back

I ain’t black

You know that but couldn’t tell from the way I act

I live at my Gran’s

It dosn’t make me half a man ya understand

I just get what I can

Like high

Every day till I die

I smoke a blunt a sec just to stay fried

Where’s my kid

she disapeared

but i don’t raise her yall so who gives a shit

I’ll jack your car

but won’t make it far

I wreck it hard into a guy playing guitar

then shoot up a buspar

I steal your pay

all part of a regular day

then run away

I’ll come again another day like the rain

like the pain’

i can’t refrain

i won’t abstain

I don’t care if i earned it, it’s still mine main.

where’s the weed

getting high is the only thing at which i succeed

bitch please i got a venereal disease

i shot up after the wrong nigga, but it matches my DD’s