This is a song about "Smoking weed in a patted room"

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Silicone bitches got the confidence

I sit in my room with a pen and a notepad

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Sitting in a room doing nothing but chill

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Nothing elegant in a room with a big ass elephant

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet