Woke up quick at about noon
Just thought that I had to be in TC soon
I gotta get trimming before the night begins
Before SRH starts bitchin' about flare ends
About to go and damn near went blind
Young Zmudas at the pad throwin' up gang signs
Ran in the house and grabbed my microtips
With the shears on the side of my hip
Bailed outside and pointed my weapon
Just as I thought, dia kept steppin
Jumped into Chrome with adblock on hide
I got Gary grilling front and back and God building an ark side to side
Then I let YouTube play
Bumpin' new shit by Wiz and Bailey Jay
It was "Grower grower" at the top of the list
Then I chopped my own shit, it smelled somethin' like this
Cruisin' down the web in my x86-64
Jockin' the bitches, slappin' the hoes
Went to the chat to get the scoop
CN in there calculating trajectory of some hoops
A car pulls up, who can it be?
SF with kittens and, C2G
she rolls down her window and she started to say
It's all about converting that THCA.
I'll be on later this evening if that was too cryptic a message.