This is a song about "Smoke to this song"

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

This the weed song light it up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

Bitch, i might make you my baby

So i write this song to let you see,

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You're listening to this song

//this song is dedicated to the american lower class

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

So this to you, i present, is my final song.

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

This ain't a song i'm just respondin to denice's shit son

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Da inspiration to make dis song.

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying