This is a song about "In the 253 rolling in my mercedes benz smoking weed fucking bitches s getti"

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Half your body laying on my chest

The back of my mercedes benz loop.

But rather than singing non praise the dude

With that weed in the air

I said hey, you right there

Now im out of control in my mercedes i roll

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Ten more depending on where wale going