This is a song about "Smoking with a bitch"

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

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

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

I'm patrick smoking trees with bob, spongy

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

You a little bitch with the fucking cabbage patch flow

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Same shit different day with a different bitch

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Seen the how-to video now he on point

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Got these bezzells on my wrist, bitch im smoking on that green.

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team