more low than that flo-rider song,
am in lyrical rage yeah, high and gone,
off the weed in the bong, them seed's strong,
beat's boredom "so quick" like speed of lighting,
and this fuckin breeze is shivering,
and my feet feel like givin in,
but a keep proceding believing if a keep fighting,
I'l win, am seeing a white lightining but ain't no charv,
so ain't drink it, actually a might then go for half,
cause the weed's wearing off, an am so bored,
damn think my flow's sort off, well, my flow's hot,
nope, yeah that's the white lightening talkin,
ain't from uk it probably's sound like a load of jargon,
oh fuck this arm man, stick food in my throat am starvin,
oh beg my pardon, bitch but excuse while a eat out ya lady garden,
yeah saying am sick like shady, a just laugh then dance like lady ga ga damn,
this a weird story like slick rick maybe, but in my la la land,
other word's dream's am normal, life planned for disater,
does it have ta, well a never gain the upperhand huh,
it's just lame gotta go with the game and understand yeah,
quick type, so dunno bout mistake's
but feed any1 
, guess it is hard to read but yeah a can flow with it easy 