Funky fresh, the beat is best to slippin' slide my verbage trash
but in the midst of being pissed and listin kissed and missed anonymous hoes and tricks I'll suffer my honest dismissed bliss for saving the little bit of dignity I that have left. That's def. 
Hittin' on the beat like it's bubbling the ganja smoke, and take a toke, try not to choke I hope to cop the smoke and drop the beat like flip flop's in heat, 
Hit up Miami beach, whip any pimple trappin connect the dots meander
...and I'm just trynna pander my induldgence in the R-A-P. 
 But nevermind, it's divine intervention. Been fine since my inception, no deception.
J Veezy til the rapture, and it's genesis I've captured for the apocolyptic pastor
preachin' thoughts of days where life moved faster, pre-disaster.
Reel and cast it, feel and blast it, seal the casket on the good ol' days
Before cell phones took the stage and our minds are rotting with nothing taking its place I'm amazed
At the scene that's set where youth are getting better with technology but can't socially interact, like where it's at? 
But that's not all, I'm standing for a minute on my pedestal like what's wrong with ya'll, 
but lets be real, I dribble thoughts in my mind like I'm trynna play ball. That's all. 


Wormholes

onejivehonkey