I know I know what's wrong with me, I keep chasing the pesos
I should be, chasing after halos
I should be, embracing what I was made for
My vanities got me standoffish, like in Waco
Insanity tendencies, they think I'm a psycho
I might make the choppa sing, like a f*ckin' pave low
I might make the choppa sing sing sing sing sing sing
Locked in quarantine, on day 17
Locked in quarantine, on day 17
Locked in quarantine, on day 17
Locked in quarantine, on day 17