This is a song about "This shit dope on wax"

Said they smokin on that dope

I fucking hate this job

Thinking this shit's dope, yaw are on crack.

Then clap then shake it without breaking your back

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

Now you speaking my language

Do this shit on all my own, bitch

Try to go on tour and pour this shit

I'mma sign that work and release that

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

Fuck that shit aint so dope

New canvas she need a new stroke

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

Switchin pitches just to fit this rhythm stitched in so dope on it