This is a song about "Rolling blunts smoking weed getting high making money hoes on the low oak trees"

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

She tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

But on some real shit, fuck getting high

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

On some real shit, fuck getting high

Thuggin' till the day i die

I came up hungry

Getting to the money

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best