This is a song about "Smoking drugs"

Smoking sticky fixtures

That's why i here whispers

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

The dangerous imagery of ghetto thugs, heavy drugs,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

No money, power, or drugs,

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs