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

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

It's a fools fatewithout your word

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

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

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

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

We ain't never 'gon be, i'll be leavin' in the morning

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

As i lie and cheat my way to the american dream

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine