This is a song about "A pothead"

Just a warning not a threat

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

She gon get the mils for this

Spit a poem or a diss

The ice ain't really nothing to her

I'm a winner, i'm a loner.

Yup you got a lot a

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

That we ain't never had

What a bummer, what a drag

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

Talking about the god you serve

With a ba and a masters

See boy she been in love

You're a porch, i'm a fortress.