I'm sitting here, rolling this blunt, looking out on Auckland
Thinking about how much shit has changed started smokin'
And all the shit that ain't change still change smokin'
If still can't get out the dope and shit ever written
Swag rappers never got them never get them
That's prolly why you never see me out on the scene
Holling dope holler at me, unless you holling about queens
Do I have to spell it out, your whole team is posy, I don't have to smell them out
So I'm writing these letter to my niggers in the drought
Hungry for a listen, and to mission
Help you, help me

Then I am a cook in this kitchen, serving ambition
To the youth, put the keys in the ignition hit these loops
Like the Russians vers. Apollo, you ain't quiting up your ...
You're ... of your coop but don't nobody give a ...
Cause you're hoping for that moment but we thinking for that roof
Ask me how I feel about your album well it's cute
And that's the best that I can do
My advice to you is that you bang that shit on mute
And never ever ever ever rap again
Truth word, hey man, Greece, church, we battle like the Greeks
And you can ask niggers about the axe
That sharpens every time that we speak
The birds and the bees and the trees
The breeze and the seas, the og's listen
Help you, help me
Then I am infused with the loop

Se y'all niggers ...don't know what the fuck up y'all talkin' about
Ya motherfuckers always wanna be up and ...talkin' about
Yo all know all about what's going up in these streets nigger but
The sea, see, you ain't got shit on me
Where the fuck I'm coming from, who the fuck I am
Who the fuck I rap
Yo niggers wish you had the best weed, had the best bitches
Had the best rhymes
But still I'm still the best.