This is a song about "Snoop and wiz"

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.

What i'm wanting, and i'm trying to see something

You ain't a crip like snoop you ain't a blood like game

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt

Like snoop dogg said it, oh shit, there are cops in the do’,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle

Snoop dogg and eazy-e, weed and brass monkey,

Nah, i wouldn’t wish fame on my enemy

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Tellin all my boys "ey you heard of wiz khalifa?"