This is a song about "Bitches weed pussy sam haze fanny rizzla macten"

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

I don't have pussy on my lap, or bitches in the livin' room gettin' it on.

Flow's lazy, maybe 'cause i'm blowing potent haze

Yeah that girl is thick, top heavy for days

After i spark up the haze,

Lookin' at me, now they know my face

And they respect that, say that i'm real man

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

She going to borrow some money

Tko sam ja, sta si ti

I love corpses, abortion, distortion, bitches who pussy all contorted

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,