This is a song about "My burd"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Grab my knife and my gun

I can only imagine

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This is my original, my validation

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

So she just sit while settling for the lesser

My nigga rozay put me on the tour cus i amuse him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration