This is a song about "Self expression and smoking blunts"

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Your girlfriend trippin' on you

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Pop pills and smoke a million kush blunts

And you all will respect that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

So i'm gonna keep making, smoking and eating,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

But you're hopeless and that expression is priceless

Upon rappers that don't show expression

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

So im spittin over beats and smoking trees