This is a song about "The homie ryan kickin back with bitches and hitting blunts"

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Fiddle with the string and hold the anger back

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine//

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

Otherwise there'd be two hits me hitting you and the floor

Searching for fortune and famethe one thing we all adore

I was hitting your mistress with my fidgeting thick fists and then slid in the stiff dick

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

I'm back, crack rock snacking and also ashing blunts

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

And then the fuckin' acid i had started kickin' in too!

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this