This is a song about "One more drank 2 more blunts 3 more bitches 4 more minutes"

Ima go until my arm's sore

God give me one sentence more

Produces more liquid than a pregnant bitches tit

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

I wish that this ride could last 4 more hours

While i'm bangin my head on this door, i wind up with 4 more,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

More than 5 blunts in rotation

Where god at? i need to call him

I hear the people talking

I quit fightin, one more thing.

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Bitches love that shit more than candy