This is a song about "Dodge truck smoke stacks blowin can"

Blowin smoke slow like hoes throwin crack in the cart

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Dodge a #punch, upper#cut like #jay #z

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

We can all chill and smoke on a fat blunt

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge

You in the past me and future on the same watch

So bitch, let's fuck so i can smoke again

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Well, um, there's a but

Lifes a big garbage truck

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

So i can smoke again, my parents tell me it's a sin, but i just ignore them