This is a song about "Expressing my feelingd"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Her expressing her feelings to me is a good start but of the worst part

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Looking at your money

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

While i'm expressing thoughts of hip-hop from my golden dome,

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure