This is a song about "Thinking weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Sometimes i think, what i need

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Nah fuck that that's some poisonous thinking

You're right i'm in my british castle thinking,

Dont act surprised, my ex prolly listening

Sitting on the toilet thinking,

I was born to do the damn thing

Like what was you thinking

I'm doing the same thing

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

From the back seat, back seat

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Couldn't keep sleeping, but kept thinking.