This is a song about "Bitches weed liquor my pack is getting thicker"

My only concern is getting this pay nigga

They infiltrate our homes, africa

Purely for the pleasure, leisure not to make my stacks thicker/

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Yeah my weed is purple

You can call it commercial

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

My areas too safe/the hardest drug is weed/

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

Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Fourths of weed, i'm back to pack on hands