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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Yeah i know we never got to meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

You think i'm so small but actually i'm tough so please fuss up, cause they call

Snorting coke drinking three beers,it took almost three years to see fear and destroy it all

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

We can't catch the beat

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Pour my beers for my peoples under the stairs

My so called mates all turned to snakes

While working on my mistakes

And tell all you mates that im killin you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through