I'll Slow Roast Ya, Got No Holster

Nickel For My Thoughts, Dimes In My Bed. Quarters Of The Kush Shape The Lines In My Head.

I Was Planning On This Being Something Worth Mentioning, Energy Invested In Someone I Saw Potential In

Shout Out To All My Niggas Livin Tax Free. Nowadays It's Six Figures When They Tax Me.

I Can't Relate To These Haters, My Enemies Never Made It.

Nobody Understood What It Was Like To Be Black And Jewish... Being Different From Everyone Else Just Made Me A Lot Stronger.