This is a song about "I m wight i m young i m australian i m straight dont crack do smoke weed"

All you wanna do is get that stick

This flow so slow, i`m so slick,

Me i never call em back, she said that y’all go together

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

Revelations say you either fry or fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

I'm a, p-i-m-p, like fiddy explained

Look, just remember how that winning taste

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

I`m a mania tic weapon, running away from this oppression