This is a song about "Smokeing on the gue"

Made from the brain of me, most genius

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Damaged on the inside but strong on the surface

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

When you took my hand up so calm

Light the way, lead us on

"hurry up, the cams on,

Full of shit, like i ate that john

You cant grab on whats on the news

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

And i'mma show you how the south was won

' alright, already, the show goes on

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,