 Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, shout out Webham, shout out Don't Flop Sonny Bamboo, ATL and Workshop, send me, let's get it Yeah Now I'm priming, I'm priming, while I'm inside of a coffin The problem is that I'm not dying, I'll stop time Well, I am like Zach Morris, shelling time out And then I walk by him, I rub the base of my balls on And face it, pop, fly him, I'm like a fly in a pot pie You will not try him, it's like I'm popped by it My spinach is limitless, gun on the top of my head I'm straight homie, I turn your brain into fruit Shelling on great streak, now take a heave It's our religion, it's not a Christian It's all a myth and a contradiction Decisim and optimism is our progression You've earned the nation, use contraception and stop recession I offer answers, you offer questions, you offer guessing I say I don't know, you bullshit like I'll impress them I say you don't know, you boop Watching honey boo boo buy out of fun in schools and we're not moving here Planet Earth is where we grew for years And we still don't even really know what the fuck Send me half of ATL in a workshop