This is a song about "Boogie"

Me and folarin mmg gon' bring that warner back

Roll up a joint we got mary in the bag

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon

Maybe i'm singing the wrong song

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Really i was the one trying to dance

I need the spark, spark the joint filled with tree bark

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Psychedelic influences cast me into a lyrical rap school never mentioned,

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

That's why i'm so annoyed

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Scrap back to the block cause it be bouncing like a pogo