This is a song about "Hippy shit"

Look inside my closet

There's rules to this shit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Fuck it, they shrink to fit

Not basic i change shit

With all of this rap shit

See i let my nigga split that

Influenced by black hippy but i rep the east you fuck boys need to chill more

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

No swing and a miss shit,

I got two whole tears in a bucket

Aint this shit easy, talkin big shit

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

All you hear in hippy general’s beef are just rifle shots,