This is a song about "Smokin dope pourin up getting turnt"

Instead they talking bout some thunderstorm, cyclones

I light up the mic like it's kush or i'm smokin' bones,

Maybe i should take up smoking dope again

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men

I fucking hate this job

Said they smokin on that dope

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

Couldn't stand up after abusing dope and shit

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Pourin cleako out the bottle, til this bitch is soaked up

Smokin' bowls of dope and coke, our noses are infected soon,

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Used to sell dope up on the bloke