This is a song about "Cocain and made from my strain"

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

She made my life beautiful and bought me the fuckin' luck.

Made me fucking die from my own laughter,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow

But man dude that alaskan thunderfuck fucked my brains out, i wanna another strain now,

Can't complain, smoked some weird shit and i found a new strain.

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

My speeches come from my soul and brain,

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Tryna remember all does times my girl and i made love