This is a song about "Torqauy weed beers mates superseedy"

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

But my mates said i'm a loser

For the low that nine cheap

7 beers deep, brass knuckle da creep

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Chilling with some smoking maybe just a couple beers,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Driving my car to a foreign place

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

And tell all you mates that im killin you