This is a song about "Drink all night bud light smoking on a bowl too stoned now i m moving slow gotta go find time to perfect rhyme its in my mind no chance i will fail"

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

I must be goin' out my mindlike i'm up against the worldthis guerilla team of mine

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

I quit smoking dimes to free my inner mind

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

I like how you think you have flow but your moving too slow

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

I've taken the time to perfect my rhymes,now its my time.

Take a few hits from the bowl, on a friday night i call my niggas and have bring the hoes,

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

I just roll a joint inside my house, light up and pass out on stoned right on my couch.

But now its too late and i think ive let her go

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow

Rapping for a grip you better hold tight, stoned in every moment cause i smoke, light

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night