This is a song about "Money cars pot bandz"

Do pot, now i'm birthing berserk,

On ds y’all, ds flow like nothing y’all heard

Run away from the cars...

The you should look up in the stars

Java whatever i'm boiling in your pot.

I gotta know if it's real or not

Meaning its more like pot expansion

The deadly places slingin drugs, in thug's mansion

Spittin' ridiculous shit about mitsubishi plants, makin' cars

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Bubbling above the elevated tracks and cars

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I diddy bop and make them titties pop

Dont stop uh, roses in the pot