Fish scale on the dash, I’m driftin’ white like snow
NBA four-fifths, let it sing—soprano
Bitch, I’m bathed in bleach, still ain’t clean, my soul too cold
Runnin’ from my past, 200 on the dash, I can’t slow
Diamonds dancin’ on my neck like they just left the pole
Momma said she prayin’, but them demons payin’ more
I just poured an 8 inside a 20, now I float
If I die tonight, just tell the world I did it broke