This is a song about "Car money and weed and bitchs"

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

That hands you weed and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I was playing with guns

Weed smoke, booze and violence