This is a song about "Hipanic teen relationship involving drugs"

I started smoking for gatherings stuff involving tribes,

And when the sun up i'm like shit you look better in tights

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,

But if i did it would be bigger than earl's upper lip

Iceberg to titanic, mine and rap's relationship,

I got a dollar and a dream

Your career hash tag, a teen magazine

Your my queen and even though i'm a teen

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

What has this relationship come to?,

Aint about that committed relationship, no ring

So they quote me and love me like i’m a poet or something

I ain't your regular rapper who just be talking shit

It seems he and his hand have a really good relationship,