This is a song about "Nathan smokes weed everyday"

She say all men treat her wrong way

I'm stuck like everyday.

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Everyday i expand...

I here it everyday,

She do everything i say

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

From the back seat, back seat

People stared everyday

Observe: cock and spray

Can't flex i hit the blunt more than once a day

That's why these loud blunt be burnin everyday

Tell myself everyday

That's what they'll say