This is a song about "My parents want the best of my sold another pound"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You're just another stepping stone in the path of my destruction.

Parents just don't understand my troubles with "the man."

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Becoming one of the best is one of my doubts in life

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live