Look in her face, I know this boy a bop
True to touch me pon me shoulder, say the boy a demon
First thing he want to know is where that smell comin' from
Are you smokin' Marijuana? And I said yes I am
So him say sell me entrance, good I cost a couple grands
Him say make me see the license and the registration
And where are you headed once you're occupation?
Down now to the Rapper Muffin, I can answer no question
As it says on the paper with the information
But we no go take no street side interrogation
So don't make me feel