This is a song about "Bitches and marijuana"

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Only getting high cuz we closer to hell

Cept when im pullin up browns, and not ova, its for marijuana/

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

And if you looka all the bitches...

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches