This is a song about "Smoking weed with my big sister"

That damier bag i bought her

Your sort of like my sister,

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

A sister with big boobs and tight ass and a brother who go in 4th class

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Time after time, again and again

If you aint smoking this weed then

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Holder of my life belonged to my sister