This is a song about "She call me on my cellphone"

She smells the skunk on me

Or you'll drive me crazy

We vegetables, on them record labels

When she licks on my balls and she fondles my nuts

Than she got my attention call it a strip tease

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

She comes and follows me on my trips

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Your music in the car

She prayed on me passing that bar

Call me on your eighteenth

Get blown like lawn leaves

Somebody call my girl she needs to relax

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Call me soulja boy, i turn my swag on

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong