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

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

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

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

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

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Rica, so i can smoke my reefer and enjoy how life supposed ta treat

Yellow light runnin', in a fuckin' white dodge

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Stacks on stacks on stacks as if money was lumber

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Like a brand new dodge nitro

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Blowin out my mouth smoke clouds yo i'm faded

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

Fuck a bottle rocket blowin smoke out in the air