This is a song about "Melvins weed wacker in sams moth swashing around he bites it"

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Now shining in the broad day light, go figure

Stepdad supply the weed, he the giver

Knowing i can go wherever and get 8 more

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

Im around fakes so i just kept it all in and started drinking,

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

In rap terms he keeps it real

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

I make songs about shit for attention

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in