This is a song about "Gotta another than for you"

You gotta go all day for that gold

Is a space that now you hold

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

You up for another go round?

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

I want you more than i ever wished for a shooting star/

For beating another misinformed poor stoner

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Another magic spectacle, illusions for days,

As for you i gotta sick plan

Pushing in my mama van

Don't need it for men or cars, oh you gotta be joking

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You act like one another

Took the van, went snatch her