This is a song about "Smoking that loud till it goes silent"

Love my women with high heels and high standards

The pervs lerk as miley works that twerk till it hurts.

Been a silent mic for years and now you hear it/

The real muscle in the message of that

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

So listen this is how it goes

Man it goes on and on

My sim card's the bomb

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

This a different motor man better go to work

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

And i ain't really give a fuck, it was like a nigga rushed

Why is it so silent, i got the mind of a tyrant/

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Wont silent the wreckage, but sirens are stacked cages, that lack phases,