This is a song about "Nathan smokes weed everyday"

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Thinkin' that daddy's just goin' out to get some of his smokes

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Arguing everyday,

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

You already are caged

Everyday hard in the paint

Yeah, and make sure everything you say

Where im from its like irs holloween everyday,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please