This is a song about "Smoking weed fucking bitches getting money"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

These wack bitches getting old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Should be harder to find

Some fucking weed to grind

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Getting to the money

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Rolling weed and smoking it too