text: Theres an infestation in my mind’s imagination
  I hope they choke on smoke cause I’m smoking them out the basement
  A real boss dont move for nobody
  But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody
  Rapping to prove nothing, just writing to say something
  Cause I wasn’t the only one who wasn’t rushing to saying nothing
  Each and everybody, somebody
  Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff
  Nobody live
  (Flacko Jodye stepped up in this piece
  Bust my Glock to ensure that all you niggas rest in peace)
  Can you save
  Can you save my
  Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
  Can you save
  Can you save my
  Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
  For me, for me
  Can you save my heavydirtysoul?
  Mothafucka better blast that shit
  Niggas drink quarts of the Clicquot
  Bitches sniff raw of the kilos
  Flacko makes sales of the perico
  She knows, went to ATL for my C-Note
  Member, I aint ever have no home
  Now I got a penthouse and a beach home
  Back when I was rockin least 
  I was trappin off at least like three phones
  Talk about Ms
  Hope youre dead cause how could you
  Sleep at a time like this? 
  People they rhyme like this 
  Were all impressed by this
  They rip it, flip it
  But these are just triplets 
  Wrote this in three minutes 
  Three words to a line
  Its just poetry divided
  Im the kind of guy 
  Who takes every moment
  He knows he confided in 
  Music to use it
  For others to use it 
  Youre dead cause how could you
  Sleep at a time like this? 
  I’m sorry if that question I asked last
  Scared you a bit like a Hazmat, in a gas mask if you ask Zack
  He’s my brother, he likes when I rap fast
  Dont hold your breath, load your piece and then squeeze, then release
  Forget sanity, forget salary, forget vanity, my morality
  If you get in between someone I love and me
  You’re gonna feel the heat of my cavalry
  All these songs I’m hearing are so heartless
  Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless
  They say, stay in your lane, boy, , lane, boy
  But we go where we want to
  They think this thing is a highway, , highway
  But will they be alive tomorrow?
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  I know I dream about her all day 
  I think about her with her clothes off 
  Im ridin round with my system bumpin LSD
  I look for ways to say, I love you 
  But I aint into makin love songs 
  Baby, Im just rappin to this LSD 
  1, 2, 3, go!
  It started in Hollywood
  Dreamin of sharin love
  My tongue at a loss for words
  Cause my feelings just said it all
  Party just started up 
  Dreamin of sharin worlds 
  Held this feeling for way too long 
  Said, I really wanna let it go 
  Remembering the day 
  They call him Pretty Flacko 
  Were calling up our mommas with no drama just to say
  Look momma, we made it, were on the VMAs!