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

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Everlasting never in the dirt or grass

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Stay rolling up that potent grass

But i let off everything i have

Am sick of being stuck for grass

You after me, huh? i'm after cash

You bitches get a lot of spots on your ass

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

Born a brute, hitting bongs n' zoots im lost in youth

We in control, the people know i speak the truth