[Teether]
Somewhere I’m not trying to go
Six below
It looks hectic through the periscope
Niggas know
Fuck from ‘round me you don’t care to grow
Said it so
Even then, hope we’re let alone
Bear a load hefty
Parallel Red Betty
Test the physical
Niggas not ready:
I’m not feeling well
Cold, stressing about the parables
Gold incidentally invisible
And no confetti
Just when life got steady
God hopped down
Caved my head in with one pound