The Harambe Memorial Track

[Max]
Smokin on the fronto
You blow with no job
I just wrote a new verse this ones for floam God
She just took her clothes off
She be my princess
Now I'm off the ganzo
I gotta think less
[Goldwood]
Pull off in a range rove
Rock a fur kangol
Call me cinematographer I shoot at every angle
On the monitor iconic like an angel
Poised so fresh Man my crib is so palatial
Iced out wrist piss bitch it's feelin glacial
Cops Tryna claim that their bias not racial
Pull up on a pig opp fist to his nasal
Put em in the oven on da pizza like a basil
Cover her in butter poppy seed bagel
* nut abundant all my facials end up fatal
I'm stunting world wide just cuz I'm able
Tokyo to 6 like a Japanese maple
Man I'm rockin dicks out for harambe
I ain't gon dick u on a Sunday that gods day
Catching plays come catch me on Broadway
Gettin sippy off the liquor lickin Bombay
Gold tucked in chickens Tryna fuck him
Man delivery severely corrupted
It's an oligarchy
So we all gon party
Mother fuck space ghost shout out little sharky
Mother fucker Gimmie greenest of the crop
Smokin out the ounce bitch smokin fuckin pot
We never gon stop
We don't sleep
Workin hard til everybody be knowin me