This is a song about "My friends and weed"

Music and writing were my only friends

My ambition to win, just to get me some ends

My friends and fam hear me,

But i think i like that, just maybe

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Maybe i should ditch my hometown and friends

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

Friends who never made it and my life leaves me devastated,

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

And i stand as a motive for my friends