This is a song about "Carrie underwood"

To all the painful wounds i salt on all the victims of my crimes,

So much pressure in this life of mine, i cry at times

Your lies are fake as george bush/

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Evil stick in your heart like a needle.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

If you talk shit, i'll make you cry and tell your big moms

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

My guy got all the good weed

Me and my peeps often meet

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

That's when you know you doing shit

Marijuana hits, weed rap classic

Her bush looked like a mop/

They burn on every block