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

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

I lay my raps down pound for pound on this

Want a piece of my dick

My bitches pure thick

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

Bong rips and my bag of the best buds

But i can only love you when you undressed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

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

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

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