Ballroom

My best friend became my enemy

Pussy nigga ain't no friend to me

Hallucinating or is my 3rd eye awakened

Either way it don't mix well wit molly, apple juice and Hennessy

I got this to a science though I'm terrible in chemistry

Dissect a nigga like biology, smoked herb, dabbled in botany

You hear us from the hall, throwing money in the ballroom

Funny how cash accepted even when you in the wrong room

Dolo on my lonely ask if anybody come through

Keep to your cell and see if anybody call

Ask yourself how many times did shit fall through

You'll notice how many just ain't solid at all, I