This is a song about "Girls weed bongs fire rappin dog rick ross and pears"

With some weed and a cup

Uh ha, you know what

Just like free way rick ross

You pull up in parking lots

I miss the better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Pish posh i suck at rapping pissed off like rick ross,

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

Jesus couldn't speak to me and change me, i'm satan, dog,

I heard that statistic i almost cried

Smokin bowls out of bongs and sniffin lines of white

Niggas get down for the moment, they ain't for movement

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Kiss a dick and lick it little slick rick followers, swallow,

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe