This is a song about "Not you"

You boneheads styles not yet perfected

She's cute but her forehead's big

Bring the keys, oh my god

Can you beat me or not

Well fuck you, but not literally

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

It's not my fault that you can not handle this cannabis,

Just searching for the perfect shot

The first to see you not,

Not giving you my best shot

By any means, if ya like it or not

Right flows down and they might go nice

You not gone find your peace

You can say all you want are you mad or not?

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop