This is a song about "Smoking with a bitch"

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

With her own married husband, a bitch and a whore,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Well i dont give a fuck which bitch you flick bics with

Racism stands tall with his smoking gun, a child's life stolen

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Bitch take a dip before i equip with a clip

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

Than the muse of a family

Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed