This is a song about "Smoke weed to the rules cause i dont even feel like movin i m like a car with no fuel"

In the car inna cense like i baptize

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

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

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

Cause i feel like a little bitch, this predicament's despicable

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Even though i feel like im in the lost and never found

Even though everyone treats me like shit, i feel the exact same,

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

I just wanna smoke green, i like to feel the heat

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

I feel like a low-life, with no life

No deal if i feel like they work with the feds

And everybody's having sex