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

He ain't even respect the name, he said whale

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

I just pray for my father in jail.

My mom broke but she posted the bail

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

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

When i kill'em dead i go to jail,

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

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

Ain’t nobody here leading, it’s way too easy to follow

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