This is a song about "Trashed up"

Lights coming up, night coming up,

I thought it'd get better but

When i roll another doob up

I know you're mad, but so what

Keep your mouth close, you fucking with a dope boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

Problems stackin up, pretty soon im packin up

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

And i guess someone prayed for us, cause i trashed my safety blunt

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

This is no joke, i'm clearly trashed but i will cope

So time to get trashed, forget all those

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows