This is a song about "Bitches hoes weaves leatherjacket weed dope cocaine gats"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

We love for a while then a light goes

Licking bitches in between there toes, fucking all the hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

He's developed a new need, cocaine, then after a few drags of weed,

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me