"Delta 8"

Prod. REY PANDORA / BEATS Lyrics: Delta 8 is not good enough, pathetic loser. Grow up, boy. Girl. Cmon. Don't give me that fake weed delta 8 shit when I'm expecting some real weed I can tell the difference you fucking gimmick This is not my medicine Fake friends trying to sell it off on me They're like, "Well I don't really mind if it's not legalized" And obviously they have no Black friends And they don't know anyone that's been through the system Always bitching and whining about some little shit Like that doesn't go hand in hand with racist They're like, "Well I don't like the smell" Again, they are a racist Ask them how they feel about Blacks or Mexicans Especially if they're White or Asian You're gonna learn real quick Americans are fucking pigs "Ya, I like rap, especially if it's like Macklemore or Kendrick" "But what about like White rapper, or this White rapper, or this White rapper, if you're White?" "And what about this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, and this Black rapper, if you're Black?" They purposely enclose themselves inside a box And anyone that steps outside that box is goofy or sad Holy cow Wisconsin is full up with dumbass rednecks And city schlicks not worth a shit The type that thinks they're intelligent because they didn't hit the books Or they scammed someone out of their whole look Or they just sit inside safely all day like a typical American woman And anytime it's 4:20, or they hear the word green, heeheehee They're stuck in the War on Drugs and the 70s I gave these people like 30 years to learn something simple, now they're dead to me Let me guess, they have a lot of these parroted phrases that they use repetitively Who are all these completely meaning people voting against weed in 2025 Really Let me guess, you've been handed everything your whole life or you're a country bumpkin And bullshit, bullshit, bullshit, God loves you, or something And you'll get into heaven because of your complete fuckery Or something, or whatever, that's how they treat everything Ooo a bunch of Whities in Madison versus the Blackies in Milwaukee Or what is it again And then the Brownies will jump in like "Well what about me and my dumbass clique and my stupid kin" Their anti-independent, Pubs and Dems, hers and hims They're like, "Well move to Canada then" These terrorists are everywhere Filling the air with poison constantly They're like, "Drink Wisconsinbly" If we cleared these people from the face of the Earth we'd be living in a utopia But that's not how their favorite book goes written by that one cunt And they read a synopsis of a study, so now they're real intelligent Or something sarcastic, they might as well be made out of plastic They're like, "Well we don't need to get drastic" And that comes with anything that requires even just the little tiniest bit of action And the fascists are like, "It's not that deep, scope creep" I mean if God needs a sacrifice, please use these sheep They have less worth than sheep They have less worth than sheets Soft as Peeps You know the kind that shows their ballsack through their jeans They're like, "Ya but one time I was in the city or the country and something bad happened to me" "And as a fill in the blank type of person, I feel like yaaa" And then they get mad about how they sound so they make up a different accent They say the same things but with different rhetoric Perverted into something sexual I can't wait til we got working bots to show off how stupid yall are They're like, "But don't you know that weed makes you droopy eyed" The potential for weed is far and wide So again, why Is it again the Jews, Catholics, and Baptists With a little bit of atheist for flavor They're like, "Xenophobia, because he said something, and I don't like his demeanor" Something about a penis or a wiener, or a butthole, or a jackass Or something involving an ass or a penis Holy cow yall are the real tweeners You don't know what you mean and you don't know what you believe in...