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

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

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

My guy got all the good weed

Me and my peeps often meet

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

The life is free, the life is fun and it will not be easier if you just run.

Please, just peep the crystal method where

While all the pretty bitches watch and stare

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

And for now all i got is my main bitches in cat squad, i aint no fraud,

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king