Head sittin on my neck twisted
Yike pose wit the eagle vision
Leanin hard but I'm still standin
Arkansas in my fuckin feelins

Heart surrounded, my brain in prison
Piece of cake in a bowl of chitlins
Block binoculars on my face
I see prostitutes and split tongue snakes

Gay molesters trick on the boys
Family members touch on the girls
Homies smoke til they face collapse
And they soul is trapped in the spirit world

Niggas posted up in the trap while they bitches posted on backpage
They kids postin on all the sites tryna yike for likes bout to catch the wave

Seen it all, I done felt it all
I been slapped around, kicked and left to crawl
Every time it's more pieces missin
Endless pit where my gut belong

Dream chaser and a team player
I'm a queen charmer and a king slayer
Stuck in the mud, fresh outta favors
Can't take it

Can't wait to wash my hands of all this pussy shit
Hate I got to make my plans around this pussy shit
Mane i can't WAIT to wash my hands of all this pussy shit
They so behind, I'm too advanced for all this pussy shit

Ever had a punk sittin on yo chest
You got mo heart but his body just bigger
Ever seen ya granny gettin chased through the house wit her titties out cuz her boyfriend wanna hit her
We was just lil bitty boys and girls
My lighter and spray was gone burn up his curl
Buyin a yoppa shot up to the top of my list at that moment so blame it on Earl

Lord is my shepherd and I shall not want but I wanted to kill them folk who did me wrong
How could they hurt me wit no second thoughts?
Fuckin me off is not free it's gone cost you at least what I paid wit a pain tax
I ain't comin to church so don't call me
Feel like God is gone whisper my secrets so I be wit zombies
I can't wait to wash my hands