This is a song about "Lean pot drug dealing sex hot girls"

Cools cuts, make his meat real lean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

Murdered every bod from my squad

Hot, hot, hot! strange, old ain't hot.

Life's lemons is bitter, i need another fruit

In a drug-dealing locked car with the police in hot pursuit,

He say, she say, oh my god

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

My rhymes so hot they make you girls titties dangle

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Ever since then i had no job

Get it hot in the pot

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

And my wish is to have everything