This is a song about "Matthew matt chard"

Living young and wild and free

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

Bucket heads and goonies in common sight

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right

It's like a quest, hard as bullets from wild west

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Bitch smoke your greens, you need that nutrition,

I know that love it could begin

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Always asking to eat her spinach dip, then after, we eat her ribs,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Straight bad bitches i run, through

Until your face turns blue

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game