This is a song about "Smokin all the time and doing dimes"

Half of the time i dont even know what im doing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Doing all these hoes right there in the backroom

Or maybe its they fault that we ain't holla since june

They're frozen and cold and smokin' the bowls of dope and then coast,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock nines

Doing the time for fixin to many sweet rhymes

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Foresworn to the times of scraping off nickels and dimes

I'm not saying to go out and do some stupid shit, commit crimes

While living, at home with mommy and daddy, i sling dimes out the trunk of my black caddy,

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