This is a song about "Smoking dope with my homies"

Came from fucking nothing, smoking l's with my cousin

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Fuck with my homies we'll fuck all you guys up

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Im gifted, dont get this twisted never miss this wicked flow hella dope smoking

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Been chillin with my homies and we smokin good,

Mobbing with the homies and family

And they can't see the tragedy

A reality/ 16 years or smoking dope to mask my pain/

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again