This is a song about "Bitches cash bugatti grass bongs"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Got a bugatti with black and white seats call it chinese checkers,

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Otherwise ya grass fast, im smoking on the best grass

Fell asleep in first class

Stay rolling up that potent grass

I know you see me looking girl go on and act right

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Am sick of being stuck for grass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Ah fuck it i'll run your ass over with a bugatti