This is a song about "Marijuana and bitches"

They talk about the clubs and the benz and ratchet bitches,

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

I'm a force to be reckoned with

And if you looka all the bitches...

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Don't worry bout a thang baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Marijuana got me spacing and gazing

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Where did my time go? i let it fly

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches