This is a song about "I m selling weed in my house"

I m stuck with my laptop in this shitty office...

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Foundation till i built my house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

Half your body laying on my chest

Cos my momma told me dat i m the best!

Bt i m still writing my rap which is lyrical and melodious....

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