This is a song about "Smoking weed getting high shots hanging with my crew up in a trap house"

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Translation cause my life is too sweet

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

While i chill with the crew. wake up in the morning having learned a life lesson

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I worry bout my cousins while hanging with a duchess

Everynight we talked over the phone seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours,

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,