This is a song about "Sitting in the truck with my dad"

Catch me sitting in the kitchen pitching thoughts for my mission

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

My rap fucked you harder than when your dad fucks you in the ass.

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Wake up in the morning sitting on my bed

About disaster in the world and

With a bush light can and a dad in my hand/

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

Let out all the swag like my dad, got right in the zone, obtained no receipts

Sitting in the bathroom expecting the director

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

In your truck with the system up, bring back up wait interrupt, sound erupts