This is a song about "This weed shit is making me cough"

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Making me think my life aint shit

If i don't know the direction this shit is taking me/

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Just wait this is history in the making.

This punk reminds me of my toilet all he does is swill shit

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Simple shit but still y'all love making me nauseous in pain

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more

So come against me, bitch this shit is chopper galore,

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

This shit is done now but you'll be hearing more from me