This is a song about "Fuckin bitches and smokin weed"

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

I'm puffin on this thai weed, i'm fuckin faded

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,