This is a song about "Fluffy thing"

Yeah, i'm gonna ask one last thing

Someway, somehow nigga feeling

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Don't want to be the king

That curb don't mean a thing

Look, i know you not gay or nothing

But when in reality i'm the real thing

Answering questions about every little thing,

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

But i only learned one thing.

I know the road i'm taking

Cause fucking imagination is my thing,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

One last thing before y'all leave.

They're pulling your sleeve, don't believe