This is a song about "Bad bitches and weed"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Started out with just alc and weed

The drug that they brain need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Bad bitches in my office, call it bad business.

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

Ducking bill collectors like jehovah’s witness

That hands you weed and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Bad bitches that roll my blunt

And bijies like im out and