Meth and 38 Spesh—this'll press ya
For no cash, whatchu gettin' is free smoke—this a tester
Wit' no gas, just bars, know I'm in charge—this a Tesla
Decal in my cigar—if you seein' stars, this is extra
No A. J. Calloway, (Ah) y'all ain't even stars—you an extra
Until I call ya name, you don't even talk—you Alexa
No use in tryna catch up; I'm next up
Y'all try and drip the most but end up witcha water broke—third trimester
Think meth lab, not Dexter's if you thinkin' reckless
Find ya body right where I left it—think I'm ambidextrous
Just accept it, or find an exit tryna find a leverage
Just don't push me—like Melle Mel on Gmail, still tryna find the message
Hard to describe—I'm tryna find a reference
Find a reverant for your confession, but sneeze if you tryna find a blessin'
This E for effort; Wu-Tang is nutn to F wit'
With Spesh and Method, this special meth is specially methods