This is a song about "Austin weber"

I'm rolling a cigar, bob marley would endorse

I'm prepared for the potential penetrational force,

Start whine, my gyal, start whine

But have a meaning in each line

Put 'em all in a line

Me love you long time

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

Count the hour if their biological clock is slowing by the hour

They hit you with an electric shock, make your heart stop,

Out there on my bumper like a city cop

Long as i have my p and my 3 meals, smoke the thc, roll mean blunts as big as king kongs wifes cunt

I feel a taser shot of electric fillin adrenaline like a hardcore criminal ruled innocent

Cable tv, electric methadone

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

Niggas hiding behind that screen like some rays: gamma

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano