This is a song about "Ginger vinnie weed ain t got a line"

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

Second song ,second time sayin i ain got time to hate

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

No more waiting in a line

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?