This is a song about "Killing people and smoking weed"

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Smoking weed and listening to rap

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

Killa! this the ghetto soap opera right here man

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office