This is a song about "Growing up smoking weed and getting smar"

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

One parent above, the other live scared

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

Gets harder than rihanna when

If you aint smoking this weed then

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good