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

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

Moms beg me to stop she said ill wind dead or in jail

Knowing you can no longer party

Its not going to stop me,

Going to her concert payin for tickets at 50 bucks a pop,

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

I just pray for my father in jail.

When i'm in the dmv i hit the home wale

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

We going weed, women and some alcohol