This is a song about "Lambo fans and smoke"

Pour out a little liquor

Smoke emitter, and i'm bitter/

To have this fake fans and diamonds with gold

I mean of course just the same old

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Because i'm throwing ash and smoke,

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

And again i'm just speaking truth to all my many fans,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I fucking hate this job

Go to school and smoke dope.

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

I got money my crew and all the fans

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

Now i'm ripping up shows and them fans going wild with us