text: Grand MA MA burgundy red
  Sittin on 22 chrome
  Blackened the windows so you can not see whats goin on
  12s in the trunk and they Makin the block bump
  The schema da posse make even the softest kids wanna shoot sum
  Floridian blood
  But ima alien
  Alienated from the clicks and the klans even tho they dead aint comin back
  So fuck what chu rep and u rap
  Aint nuttin dat u do slap
  I roll up a dutchie cuz I dont fuck wit tha woods in the back
  See I been rollin up and smokin and sippin every thang
  And I aint even gon pretend that its for easin the pain
  Cuz I got so you used to pain
  That I cant even feel a thang
  Walkin in the middle of the interstate not a thought in my brain
  Rollin up on my block while Im coppin some head on the road
  11 mph in a 30 mile an hour zone
  Dont pick up the phone no matter who it be they can hold
  Im makin up for suicidal thoughts in my bedroom
  You aspire to be and Occultist I aspire to fly
  Together we can accomplish nothin but homicide
  Take a ride in the donk and dont ask no question of where we go
  My trunk holdin More then 12s thats all that u need to know
  My trunk holdin More then 12s thats all that u need to know