Tha Real EK - Gone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: Tha Real EK]
Gone in the back woods
Off that backwood and my stack good
And my black hood A Bathing Ape in a bath tub
See I forgot my homework, so I made my home work
Like trapped out grade school kids and made em scale herbs
Mail it- Errrr.. You need a warrant to search that officer
I know my rights and left with all my smoking canisters
Rolled a blunt afterwards, cause it's the weekend
Trynna meet weeks end cause life's a poll and yes we can
Get tweakin', Miss. Demon's missin the meetin's
Deep sleepin' in frequent, dismissin misdemeanors
Dodgin' C.O.P.S Ms. Demeanor
Bet he's still grindin put 50-50 on the line
Winner gets an Arizona Iced Tea and don't forget bragging rights
1st Quarter R.O.Y and get this ring before it's over boy
Never really sober- Gone like I got four years older
Only blues around here are when my Coors gets colder
And toast to bros looking over not one, but both my shoulders

[Hook: Tha Real EK]
Super slapped, happy smacked
My dude is mad gone
Man he's mad gone
Man he's mad gone
Man he's mad gone
Faded what else to say, you act like this wrong
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah, Whatever I'm gone
Whatever I'm gone, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whatever I'm gone, Whatever I'm gone
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah whatever I'm gone

[Verse 2: Desta]
Hit the blizzy, sip the Arizona
Walkin around paranoid there's cops on every corna'
Legendary the way I kick it, Maradona
Hit the marijuana you gon' be gone
My pack very loud and my pack very strong
I'll fuck your bitch and I last very long
Hit the pack harder than Barry Bonds
Hit a bowl, blunt, and bong
Still won't be as high as me
I don't even like to rap about the trees
I'm just showin' y'all rappin like this is a breeze
For a nigga like me Young Steez, Uhh
Let me slow it down so y'all dumb niggas can hear me
With these fuckin' bars y'all niggas ain't comin' near me
You Gasol with 16's, I'm Shaq with 32's
That's word to Chance The Rapper muhfucka' I got the juice
Juice! Juice!, Yeah I got the juice
I'm a God up in the stu
Light this bitch up like I'm Zeus
Roll up all ya' problems, light em' up and get loose
If you ain't got that potent shit then be gone nigga vamoose

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Taylor Bennett]
I been smoking eighths, since I was eight
Light skinned, Bathing Ape
The cleaner monkey, Weed is funky
Eyes low, feelin' comfy
[?] so ugly, Weed so lovely
Speak of turnin' up, let's face a blunt
I got that skunk, my pack of loud be Paquiao
You can kick it with my crowd, on LSD I'm hittin' 50
With a 30 that's [?], You cop an ounce- I cop a pound
I'm ballin' hard, out of bounds
Cause my pounds come from out of town
I dismantle what you can't handle
Fuck wax we smoke blunts with candles