This is a song about "Poverty and weed"

Started out with just alc and weed

What do i really need

And delete that weed you are

With the goons i spar

With some weed and a cup

But you know what

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line

We're once again in the cycle of poverty and crime,

That hands you weed and alcohol

'bout to get my other car

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet