Fiends smoking rocks im blowing up like pop rocks, stacking up my stocks, presents in my christmas socks. Dumb fucks wonder where I get bread I guess I got Wonder Bread ya digg? So sick I need a doctor, take me apart and get on Fear Factor. Relaxing rolling blunt or two, smoke a whole pound with my crew, a couple grams of that russian glue. This is how we do, if you don't like it then fuck you. True Religions saggin, I'm so high that like a computer i'm laggin, talking stupid a blunt hit me like cupid.