This is a song about "Bustin rhymes money hoes weed purp sizzurp"

Every day bustin' rhymes, steady increase the static,

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

So sip piss like sizzurp through a straw

See, i'm a nigga with no flaw

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Smoke purp anxiety stays down

Pants get stone, we call it the breakdown