This is a song about "Smoke weed every morning at school and get all does girls"

Boys and girls, stop staring at the pearls.

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Get their degree and become something great, does all right

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

And even your friends at school.

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

Why does every rapper say you have to hustle and grind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Redan road, that’s my street

Put up and smoke that weed,

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

I go through that every morning when i look at myself,

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself