This is a song about "Pubes spunk green whore shengus shite on carpet dugz on drugz"

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

We never can eat on the carpet

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Pixie dust, on pics we must choose to burn when we're jolly green

Faded dreams-schemes have been unbalanced by green on the triple beam.

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

No that whore on the corner next to the four door

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Like a marker on carpet, you know that shit won't ever be the same.

To money and fame, i changed my nameand played a different game

The way i flow shocks you like friction on a carpet

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Sick enough to hawk vomit, on every inch of carpet

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Metaphorically a whore i rhetorically score with no assists on