This is a song about "Smoking hella marijuana roll 1 for yo bitch and 1 foe yo mama"

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Body yo ass now you stinking in yo mama trunk

My name trouble i'm a blessing to rap

Yo mama carries a 6 pack

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Me and red raider, yo, go in, yo....

So that's 2 mistakes 1 big headache and 1 sorry mom cake to bake

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

You know i took yo bitch

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

Are almost as old as yo mama

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

1:25 and i'm rapping on my laptop/