Ain't a Reason

Laced up in chucks
27 waist on her gut
Mason jars to place her bud
So when she blazes a blunt

There’s an abundant amount
To place in her cup
Tucks it in tight, licks at the lip
And raises it up
This ain’t for the love of money

This for the resurrection
On this tabacco leaf
Ain’t from the factory
All agricultural product rolled rapidly
And manually

Not of irregular behavior
When I’m capturing casualties
Who be asking to battle me, jeez
Did I fuck up ya motion?

Substance suppression act
Now you dealing with emotion
Appealing a motion on the most evident material noted

I’m not here to judge you
I’m just the public official appointed, wrote it
Now raise up ya joints
To bitches who be heavy on the scale

Ask for more raise in her points
Like she recently got a raise in her coins
Ain't fucking with men so she erasing the boys
Sort of like when she is playing The Voids

Windbreaker honey stomping bunnies
At the bus stop
What’s not to love about this soldier
With the sunspot Jones
Black castle princess

Surrounded by the wild animal type
Like the Midwest
Large cannibal fight in an instant
She starts their suicide
With a syndrome in a mid sec

Like a nicotine stick in they system
Walking around lit for a minute
Watching her hours click in her limit
Deciding what prey she’s gonna inflict in a second
Sickening image

Split interference envious bitch tripping and shit
Handling her business ain’t ever been an issue n shit
She snatched the belly by the beast
She necked ear to ear
Than she said goodbye to niece

Peace love
Ain’t nothing against the deep slug in ya piece dove
Snipped you at ya wings 'cus ain’t a reason
And like a pyro lit them trees, son
And like some pyros lit them trees, son