Comethazine - God's Schedule

Send him to the lord, add that boy to God's schedule
I just fucked your ho, got some face in my bathrobe
No Flex Zone, I don't brag so why they mad for?
So high off that Ganja, got a nigga feelin' astral
He say he want smoke, boy be careful what you ask for
Grab my M14 and rip that nigga a new asshole
Way before the virus, I would pop out with my mask on
Feel like Soulja Boy, hop out the bed and turn my swag on
I don't got no waves, but got a Gucci du-rag on
Momma had seven kids, but I'm the one she brag on