This is a song about "Cans"

Grab a few cans two spliffs with the lads,

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

I am i can sam i sand with cans of panther meat

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Passing out snacks while passing zags cause smoking out of cans is whack

But in reality she can't, just fighting the "cans",

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Before i stepped into a serene scene amped out on thirteen black cans of caffeine

Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

You still stare at frozen juice cans, cause they say concentrate.

Aw man, think i had too many tall cans, now i have to pee

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Grabbing a few cans with the lads nothing could be better