This is a song about "Came of the e way tickin"

These shoes right here ain't come from foot locker

It's way past the work of a doctor,

Kids in the wildy get the fuck out of my way

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

The main reason i came

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

Came from l.a. where they say is the land of the fame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Out of the way, with the golden hat on the ground

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I will never quit 'til the day that i d to the i to the e