Hotbox

(Hook)
Hotbox the indoor
Roll up the window
I'm on my way up
They gots to pay us
Hotbox the indoor
Roll up the window
I'm on my way up
They gots to pay us

(Verse 1)
Pussy boy get to the side
You ain't built to live this life
I pray for money and respect
I roll my papers with a tek
One of the greats
Pray everyday
I gotta stack it up I'm making money til I see the grave
I'm like a rockstar, out a whole pound in your face
I'm at the tip top with a zip lock and a vape
I'm so indecisive
Don't know where the fuck my mind is
But I'm always feeling irie
Damn my pupils always dilated