Digitaria II

Ain't no fucking round

I need me some smoke and me some drank soon as I touch the ground

I can't understand how it's worth less when I go bust it down

Let me get the one with leather seats that come in mustard brown

Used to be self conscious 'bout my shit but now I trust the sound

Realized I'm the best around nigga

How I flesh them pounds, Shylock how I'll flesh them pounds out

Every decimal and comma nigga we don't round out

It be so much that I'm going through that I don't rhyme 'bout

Drop my pants and have her do me up parked in the roundabout

Don't nobody give no fuck 'bout Black men what you crying 'bout

Ain't no money nor no pussy worth this nigga dying about