This is a song about "Money cars pot bandz"

And i don't make no bed rock

Off the top cr-ocker pot/

Spitting randomly high on pot

Ever since then i had no job

Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours

Got like a hundred cars

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

While in the distance i hear passing cars

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

You really hated it when i smoked pot

Don’t want nothing from a nigga; he all kinds of lame

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

Meaning its more like pot expansion

I’m smoother than alopecia skin