This is a song about "Smoking joints forgetting about my man"

Forgetting numbers on my checks but the bank just lets me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

I lost my girl because i wouldnt stop smoking,

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Jobless, broke—man forget about the prospects

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Hatin,’ need machine gunsall these niggas they broke boys

'cuz i can't write my own shit, i sit around and smoke joints,

Life's about decisions man

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Forgetting bout all my lows

Tryna stay clear of my foes

Forgetting the factors

Let's enjoy our younger years