This is a song about "Addicted to weed"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Moms addicted to methadone,so since a youngin i was left alone

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

I think im addicted to the fighting and tripping.

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Addicted to the hobby of making rap writings

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

It's like your trapped inside, addicted to a fake reality,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

We get addicted like nicotine, drives us to insanity,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You're addicted, guess that's why i'm dope, i'm here just to win,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans