This is a song about "Smoking weed with my crew"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Give us this day, our daily bread

Yea my crew vexed, crew vexed

Life's tryin to lap you

Only me and my crew

Spitting flows, grab my dick, smoking weed, pass that shit,

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I can't ever change without you

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus