Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS
Lyrics:
Delta 8 is not good enough, pathetic loser. Grow up, boy. Girl. Cmon.
Don't give me that fake weed delta 8 shit when I'm expecting some real weed
I can tell the difference you fucking gimmick
This is not my medicine
Fake friends trying to sell it off on me
They're like, "Well I don't really mind if it's not legalized"
And obviously they have no Black friends
And they don't know anyone that's been through the system
Always bitching and whining about some little shit
Like that doesn't go hand in hand with racist
They're like, "Well I don't like the smell"
Again, they are a racist
Ask them how they feel about Blacks or Mexicans
Especially if they're White or Asian
You're gonna learn real quick Americans are fucking pigs
"Ya, I like rap, especially if it's like Macklemore or Kendrick"
"But what about like White rapper, or this White rapper, or this White rapper, if you're White?"
"And what about this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, if you're Black?"
They purposely enclose themselves inside a box
And anyone that steps outside that box is goofy or sad
Holy cow Wisconsin is full up with dumbass rednecks
And city schlicks not worth a shit
The type that thinks they're intelligent because they didn't hit the books
Or they scammed someone out of their whole look
Or they just sit inside safely all day like a typical American woman
And anytime it's 4:20, or they hear the word green, heeheehee
They're stuck in the War on Drugs and the 70s
I gave these people like 30 years to learn something simple, now they're dead to me
Let me guess, they have a lot of these parroted phrases that they use repetitively
Who are all these completely meaning people voting against weed in 2025
Really
Let me guess, you've been handed everything your whole life or you're a country bumpkin
And bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, God loves you, or something
And you'll get into heaven because of your complete fuckery
Or something, or whatever, that's how they treat everything
Ooo a bunch of Whities in Madison versus the Blackies in Milwaukee
Or what is it again
And then the Brownies will jump in like
"Well what about me and my dumbass clique and my stupid kin"
Their anti-independent, Pubs and Dems, hers and hims
They're like, "Well move to Canada then"
These terrorists are everywhere
Filling the air with poison constantly
They're like, "Drink Wisconsinbly"
If we cleared these people from the face of the Earth we'd be living in a utopia
But that's not how their favorite book goes written by that one cunt
And they read a synopsis of a study, so now they're real intelligent
Or something sarcastic, they might as well be made out of plastic
They're like, "Well we don't need to get drastic"
And that comes with anything that requires even just the little tiniest bit of action
And the fascists are like, "It's not that deep, scope creep"
I mean if God needs a sacrifice, please use these sheep
They have less worth than sheep
They have less worth than sheets
Soft as Peeps
You know the kind that shows their ballsack through their jeans
They're like, "Ya but one time I was in the city or the country and something bad happened to me"
"And as a fill in the blank type of person, I feel like yaaa"
And then they get mad about how they sound so they make up a different accent
They say the same things but with different rhetoric
Perverted into something sexual
I can't wait til we got working bots to show off how stupid yall are
They're like, "But don't you know that weed makes you droopy eyed"
The potential for weed is far and wide
So again, why
Is it again the Jews, Catholics, and Baptists
With a little bit of atheist for flavor
They're like, "Xenophobia, because he said something, and I don't like his demeanor"
Something about a penis or a wiener, or a butthole, or a jackass
Or something involving an ass or a penis
Holy cow yall are the real tweeners
You don't know what you mean and you don't know what you believe in...
