This is a song about "Filing"

Stop pretending like ya absurd words are sending a hot shipment,

Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

My head space is bigger than the whole of home depot

And i like my marijuana bright

I’ll be there every single night

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

Sip your frickin' gin tonic, split your lifting lit spliff chronic,

Step in, release, rep 'em like a weapon on beats,

Absurd g, chickens clucking for bird seeds

Now let's go toward your record

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Just like this kush grade-a, and matching rolling tray