Verse I did for GhostlyMark's Mixtape

Recording

I'm the 5th wheel, yeah I'm coming for the tag-along
To kill any song I jabber on, yup the dagger's drawn
With the swag I spawn, like Vance, I bag her (Bagger), calm
Destroy the p***y, I am God to her Tower of Babylon
And if she babbles on, soon she'll have the wrong...
Number in her phone, zoned like the time I travel on
Yeah, we have a throng nodding like they're addicts mom
Your Boy became the man, even though you know his dad was gone
We Rockin', so I guess we'll get our Fraggle on
She dropped it low, I hit her up, back and forth like its paddle pong
My man Ghost dropping pussies with the cattle prong
And throwing weegie boards at these toddlers, wagging their rattles wrong
Ghost is overdosed - placebos and some adderalls
Thumbing threw broads' catalogs looking for padded bras
Triple six b***h, you shouldn't be that alarmed
Cause Marksman is sniping emcees, better be battle armed

Referring to being zoned (or high) and also time zones and being a time traveler do to the effects of the drugs that I'm getting high on.