[Verse 1: Yaway Martian]
Yeah I guess am tripping on that pole chaser, 
On that am bitch is twerking for that banjii eyes on my pocket like I'm billy and I'm drilling on my gate, pole glaring she baring the sun it shining on my raining days, 
When she stares my mind fades her body rises my pointy tail
No homo it the state but I got devils on my dick, catching hot rod when I spit I'm shocking her thought thinking of fingering this green lantern, 
On this cloudy state she's climbing on my pole dreaming of ring tossing, 
Clyde with my Ak but this bitch ain't Bonnie
Her name rhymes with the hottest summer yes I am chylling in July on the middle of the winter like a true winner
Smoother then a ice she's mixing her's with vodka it a lemonade party, 
Like a sinner in the pearly gate she's jelly for that Santa
Cleaner then a whistle but money makes her blow dancing for that treasure and her heart is pure as gold, 
Westin stay on that lower yonge all for my fucking castle
Revenge on that fagget with my barre hand like I called ah I$ fucking love it, 
Pulling potions to see her in a slow motion
Snatching juve's grey hair holding my cup
Knocked a oldies on that maybe trap