This is a song about "I smokin weed i dont know what to think"

The former, position of a pimp

Now you know just what the fuck i think

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

Sometimes i dont even know what treachery means

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Half of the time i dont even know what im doing

Y'all get shot at, homie...i do the shooting

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

But they dont even know what the hell i been thru

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

I dont know if you are smart enough to even attempt what i know

Let the world know what i know i think this is it

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,