Antarctica

I don't understand lies Know my mamma cry I cut through them mob ties Told my plug if I ever stop calling then I died Spy kid, eyelids black, hind them blinds I don't hide shit And I got them mob ties bitch Cut around them corners you get hogtied bitch We get violent bro, we the type to rob a hoe We check bags, that some shit you'll never know I stole grocery carts from the Star Market I took bags, stole my own carpet Stole my own shit now I wonder where it go Burning Texaco icy Antarctic Always wondering why I'm cathartic Probably cuz I'm smoking to the uncharted And I took a couple tabs in my starship Now I can't find the ground, help me park it