Rolling Fremont

I seen some… Wild shit, over Fremont, man, Screen middle of the street, rocking Filas man CBD incognito; Thought it's weed, my man, shirtless junkie with a dash cam, on a trash can In a Stetson, and he flexing, you should see that man He smoking meth until his death, he think he Peter Pan But when the fire meet steel, you should see that scram like the lights and the roaches, I'm the dopest man Yo, I'm hopeless in my focus, but I wrote this jam Man I'm toking, so my locus, hocus pocus, man Don't provoke us, if you woke us, then you stoke this plan and the posers will feel my psychosis, man Way more than the beat, this is my is opus, man Trying to read through the reeds like I was Moses, fam Bogus, y'all some chokers, bet y'all stroke both hands You don't know us, but believe my team done broke your plans