This is minimal, i am not a criminal, when i say, get the fuck out my way, before i blow your ass away, and smoke on my jay, cuz hey, im just exzagertat,tin, and trust in, the fact, that i wont act, the fool, when the drool, come looking for you, say who, haha ya dude, Billy T, you the man G, smoking me, some dank ass green, im not obscene, im gunna get clean, and baby you gotta let me in-between, your thighs, my high is, not going away, i was smokin a jay, the man Billy, rolled today, i must say, it was so damn tasty, and tomorrow, ima go, and get, some more of that shit, real fat weed, im stoned indeed, blurred vision, has given, me, the strange ability, to spit a rhyme, on a dime, and combine, some dope ass shit, that you gunna hit, when i sell the bag, im sorry bro i know its a drag, but hey just get high, and wonder why, we are white, ya that’s right, ima just sit and write, damn dont be so uptight, give me some time, and i will hook you up with some prime ass, dank grass, that will make a person pass, on the ground, and i found, that if Voltron, would come, down, to town, in Spokompton, we will be blunt-in, cuz he smokes weed, yes indeed, we got a giant ass robot, what you silly bitches got, a whole lot, of nothing, so stop fronting, ima bust you up, if you dont shut the fuck up, man if only, i wasnt so lonely, but stoney, i can make it through, ya thats what i will do, i got some of the munchies too, and who, could this be, hittin me, on my phone, oh its my mobile home, The Mogley, she makes me, feel like family, and dont jam me, against, the fence, off oppression, im defensing, get off my back, i try to get stacked, grades, but fuck they hates, and they dont understand, what is at hand, with my life, and i cant thrive, when its like a bee hive, so i dive, into my room, in the gloom, ya im intoomed, in this smokey doom.