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

A line after line printed fluently, grammar stupidly, horrendous, still

Fuck splitting up a deal man i got my milli so i need to go and chill

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

Y'all niggas #got #no #lines like a whole line of #cordless #open #phones

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

I got those haters facin death they ass lookin for a life line

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street