This is a song about "Lads skating stoner bliss"

Just a straight up stoner

My records sell, yes sir

No i'm not a stoner

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I'm on this beat, like a stoner on weed.

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Knowing it could all fall actually feels like a bliss

I rap about what i know, not dying, counterfeit and bliss

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

I just light up and focus

Like an abyss, pure bliss

But it's over, i'm jetting away to transport to a splendid bliss

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish