This is a song about "Cash rollin smokin dope growing cokin molly tripping games bitches"

Baby, you got that super bass

They tripping from crack they stash

Feds on my ass niggas steady tripping

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Then i will fuck with molly

Hopin' that my niggas see

Motivated just from being broke

Said they smokin on that dope

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

It should be a fact that i'm dope, cause bitches eat me up like cantaloupe/

But his swag so dope he fuck them bitches from behind

One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,