This is a song about "Me going to jail for weed"

Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it i ain't hating though

But i think i'm going to fast for you, allow me to slow

Its not going to stop me,

Mama made her pretty

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Ha, dead broke tryna get a bail

I just pray for my father in jail.

It should be a crime for me to draw the line, cause i'm going overtime guy, tonight/

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night