This is a song about "All the bitches and weed is for free"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And i be pokin' bitches all in the right spots

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

Blazing the weed to get high free,

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Because all i do is smoke weed, then sleep, the rooms too hazy

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

All is well now and i met all of these bitches in hell

My guy got all the good weed

The drug that they brain need

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents