This is a song about "Damn i m sick of them who try to judge me and try to let me stop smokin weed"

People try to tell me to stop

By any means, if ya like it or not

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

I dare a group to try and take me on

To try to defeat me, they meet me and scream "i'm battling who?!"

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Nowadays lots of rapper do they best to try to copy me

And bitch if you try to adore me,

But five years from now i bet she see

To try and impress me,

Or cause i’m black, hmmm maybe

Dire nonsense, it's quite hard for me to try and stop it

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Rappers try to act like me

Could i make you my baby