This is a song about "Changing the value of an expression"

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

Shit is still changing today, the way it always do

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

An illusion of the brain

Imma make it rain

Changing thoughts of people cynical

As i light one for ill will

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

It showed and brought the world the expression of hope

So when they find you they see the expression on your face

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

I'm the combustion inside of an explosion

But everybody is a g with the weed in them