This is a song about "Guns weed money drugs killing gangs hoes bmw"

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Pussy, money weed is the current policy

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Man that eats me alive, roll the leaf and get high

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Water-less, they sprinkles us with the bullshit that they there through drugs and hoes,

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

No money, power, or drugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks