This is a song about "Smoke weed struggles and problems trying to make my dream fuck the haters"

But that'll never make my dream lack, i just keep prayin' to the holy divinity//

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And oh, i gotta find my way

Fuck what the haters have to say

Let's enjoy our younger years

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

But, i'm chasing my dream here, trying to see what life brings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence