This is a song about "Squat"

Growing glowing pot, tastes better sparked, served hot, cops know squat.

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Before my eggs and bacon, i squat the world until my legs be shaking

Now you know bout me, lets go to a lounge

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Fuck with me you'll be forced to watch as i tore you into squat,

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

"the king losing? its time to squat"