[Hook 1]
Stamos with the curl
Miss Uncle Jesse with that action
Might badass my girl
Because I came before the cha-ching
Might fuck around leave, I'm not asking for attachment
Passing me the blunt until the blackness is relaxing

[Verse 1]
If I got my bowl, I'll create an aroma myself
Fuck over my health
Feeling so low and I know that this smoking gon' help
One toke and I'm well
Stroking your girl and I noticed she broke all her nails
Dunno what to tell you
Soap hits my back in the shower, she know I'm gon' yell
Smacking that ass with my towel
Now how bout she tell me you coward as fuck?
Spending your hours just counting the money
You know that you owe to the powers above
Fuck did I loan you that bud?
Knew you's gon fuck up the second we smoked in your Buick
Showed me your music, you told her to loosen up
Sorry to gloat, but my homie, I'm holding her to it
Homie, I'm holding onto it
Whole bunch of new shit controlling my life
Like I can't choose what to do with my time
Hop in the stu and get loose on the mic
And in private get loose with your soon to be wife
My privates all loose in your soon to be wife
My privates got used to your soon to be wife

[Hook 2]
Stamos with the curl
Miss Uncle Jesse with that action
Might badass my girl
Because I came before the cha-ching
Might fuck around and leave, I'm not asking for attachment
Passing me the blunt until the blackness it would ask me

[Bridge]
What's your name?
Partna what's your name?
Said I'm not good with remembering
But call me when you famous
Cause often a celebrity
Runs off and gets too anxious
Never hits up anyone
Cause anyone could take shit
And end up bankrupt
Questioning your friends
Questioning the loneliness
And questioning your ends
I said, I said, I said you're questioning your ends
I said, I said, I said you're questioning your ends

[Verse 2]
Went a whole day without fighting
Went a whole page without trying
I dunno righteousness, I only write shit
I dunno bible scriptures, no brightness
Dive in oceans hope I don't die
I don't see life inside my own eyes
Lotta kinfolk just hope I don't ride with the homies
This cultures what they don't like, it's my -
Love season, Dr. UG's in my lungs again
Pickup my prescription of that shit that should be stuck between my lips
I'm not tripping off of shit that should be nothing to us men
You been bitching so I'm questioning what's up between your legs
Fucking snitches, I get stitches fore I'm cut I'm just that quick
Does my shit like Brothers Grims'
Your bitch can suck my venom dick
Arch-nemesis a spider bite victim, isn't life a bitch?
Now these pussies and wimps confide in me like some type of friend
What type of shit is this?
Pockets as thin as a holocaust victim
I'm penny pinching 'till coppers imprinted into my skin and
Abraham Lincoln talks from within it
Recalling the play he was watching off the top of his head

[Hook 1]