Screen up in the dash like I'm fucking Mike Jones 281-330-8004 All my friends are black, now I feel like Paul Wall Looking like a school shooter when I’m walking through the halls I got friends that don’t call, I got friends that don’t talk You don’t want it bitch I promise, leave your body to the wolves I’m creeping cause I’m cool, smoking like it's all I do Booming like Macaulay Culkin back in 1992