a Supa short

i don’t make it rain
i just watch the weather
and when it’s cold outside
i sport that butter leather
sometimes i’m dope boy fresh
but i ain’t never sold no drugs
i pack a lethal weapon
and sometimes it spits hot slugs
but not the kind that leave you bleed’in
i mean the kind that spark your brain
and when i dip ‘em in that sticky
i make cool heads go insane