This is a song about "Daniel turner austin judy chillin smokin weed blazin dabbin"

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Then, in the blazin sun,

My drive is like no one

Blunt blazin hotter than a comet

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

How they slapping hoes like ike turner

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

She wanted to fight at first

Smokin haters unfurled

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close