This is a song about "Girls and hennessy and weed"

That beautiful girls and parties are lame

I don't toot my own horn but i'm a cold train

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Better yet they work my every nerve

And delete that weed you are

I know i've came so far

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Dank dro and hip hop, hennessy and trap beats

Im a fuckin maniac, poppin prozac, and chasin the shit with hennessy cognac,

Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for mehomie, i can remember scrappin' back to back

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

So you finally got the nerve

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls