This is a song about "Basketball scoring weed god struggles turnt up"

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Struggles making me feel frustrated

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Going on my own to play some basketball

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

God had me sent away, i cracked and i was fucked, up,

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

Im turnt up like a radio

Heard that you alright though