This is a song about "Grams and kilograms"

And get caught, in the moment

Social conditioning and

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

1 blunt to roll 2 grams to put in it

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Pussy and patron that's some great advice

Ain't need no grams to enjoy my life

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Grab the scissors and saws and

This how i hear it different