This is a song about "Fineesing the plug"

The weed into the bong

That's word to my mom

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

"contemplate", i wrote about her

In the heat of the summer,

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

I plug my usb cable right in, hundred percent in a century

So i pull the plug before it runs another bit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I can make it rain

The realist in the game