This is a song about "Bitches and marjuana"

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

It seems to remind me of a scene like this

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

All these bitches stop and stare

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

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

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,