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

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

That scary love, never get married love

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.

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

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

Unlike unfiltered weed like mac miller and his liquor addiction.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You ain't no killer

I be on my dark liquor

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

I’m a sinner, jesus christ, please forgive me for my ways

And is it cliche if i say imma pack my briefcase/

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches