2nd verse. All verses on this was mean but Joey’s struck me with that spiritual talk.

Watching the game from a bird’s eye view
They say it’s hard to keep trust so my third eye grew
Chakras open, binocular scoping, sour smoking
Hoping my best buds ain’t only in it for the tokens
Cause they say it’s who you joking with, tokin’ potent with
Tag team and strokin’ chicks, the ones that do some bogus shit
Act cool on the strip, but want to put two on your hip
Macking jewels in your whips, booming your hits, screwing your bitch
Froze under my toes, bitches where my penis is
Kicking it since the womb, now you see what the fetus is
And what the fetus is? Would these niggas feed us shit?
Rob a nigga for his number 2’s to put my feet in, shit
Flow slippery, rise to the tippity top
I’mma make hot drops, make snakes history
Dreams of living civilly in Sicily
Laughing with a fan like