This is a song about "Always pass out"

The troubles out here are always tremendous

That scary love, never get married love

But i'm always fucking stressed out, i just can't

With such an ugly picture in it and

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

And i pass out on the fuckin' window sill

Always out with the bad kids, you don't deserve him.

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

I'm always out in the cotton field

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

To improve there's always somebody out there with a better fucking move