This is a song about "Must thai"

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

I'm puffin on this thai weed, i'm fuckin faded

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

He must be able to soar, must have some powers

From the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And i'm too hot for you haters like thai duck

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

So you obviously must swallow.

Of breaking through this shit, i must

I’m coming back like light-skin and

But they sold jello in the paint

Then you must be duct taped

X's and o's, you must be the rose

Like a line full of hoes

But five years from now i bet she see

It must be my personality,