This is a song about "Strip club beer mary jane"

Leavin' the strip club with stitches and half a dollar,

Bitch get hit with my ciroc-a vodka chopper

I’m tryna be low key

Saw the virgin mary

The game changed me into +a different world+ like dwayne wayne

Wanting to leave but always coming back to mary jane

Is this fuckin mary jane

Then lost my faith again

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Dad abuses the beer

I ain't hear you clear

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Cocaine, gold chain, mary jane, propane, slow-vane, no brain, red vain,

I been smokin' that mary jane way after class(way after class)

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass