Samsquanch - Levels [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1]
I just had Jesus Christ selling me some reefer
Spliff behind my ear like it's telling me a secret
Good bitches is hot and no peeking
Cooler than cold evening
Pulling your hoe easy
I'm illing up and killing for no reason
I get below freezing
I'm on a different level than most of these rappers
These ovary-having homos just be overreacting
Get emotionally distracted over what's supposedly happening
You ain't close to me homie so back up
Cause you know that he snapping
I only trust three people
Me, myself, and I
You don't need to help me fly
I been polite, cuz
Stop your homie from trying to copy
He just fell and dies
We just tell 'em why
They can't do it like me
Said she liked me
These hoes are sheisty and way over pricey
Like stay overnight please
Take home your white tees
Yeah she look hot
But that cold, was icy
I see on the inside
You tiny, I'm a big guy
I brainstorm
I got lightning in my pen, God
You don't get it
I [?]
Addicted to good weed, good beer, and bad women
Cash getting, the Jack liquor, the fat swishers
You don't get no love like fat bitches
And I'm clutch
I be scoring like Jordan, the last minute
Sass dip and they expecting the kid is next
Your bird fly away, your chick can get in my nest
I won't get respect til I'm getting checked
If I ain't deep
You just missed the depth of my intellect
Gimme a sec,I ain't finished yet
You the catch?
I'ma intercept