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