Bitch, I'm
Drifting in my Rari
Call me Niki Lauda
And I'm smoking on this gas as this shit gets stronger
Fucking up my lungs, take away my problems
Slowly going off the road
There go all my problems
Might leave the earth but at least I'm not gone
And I'm high as hell, bitch, I might even touch the sun
How you ain't hating on me bitch
When I ain't say none?
Now go check up on yo bank
Check up on those fucking funds