fried
tank on E but i got that stank on me
gassed up in this bitch is you higher than me?
got a pack a swish a bowl and home made bongs
fast food fried nigga im dipped like a sunday cone
so light i look mixed youd think im a blasian
cause my eyes on chink like a nigga part asian
dank in my system blunts in my pocket
traveling to space on a mf rocket
rollin blowin back to back
facing blunts thats tall as shaq
so high up aint comin down
kush so loud it made a sound
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candymane
I got the nickname in high school from selling candy to everybody. There your question is already answered lol. Founding father of MAD Inc. I'm from the HOF city Canton, OH and one of my biggest passions in life is writing. I'm a pretty goofy guy and love to have fun and travel and I just keep it 100 especially when I write weather its music, poetry, ect. My biggest dream is to inspire the youth and build back broken communities. Twitter: @WhyYoWeaveStank (im so serious lol) IG: iaintthebabydaddy SnapChat: pimpinhoes4wifi Vine: watermelonfelon
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