This is a song about "666 weed hoes niggers"

I've been putting on mass like all these niggers here to worship.

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Tryna stay clear of my foes

In the garden guarding my hoes

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Damn shame niggers in my crew can't bang

Live my life through some film, man