This is a song about "Trophies medals girls weed"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Never will i ever utter never to myself

Never inspired by all the trophies on my shelf

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Who be puffin that weed

From the back seat, back seat

Who substituted for this weed

What do i really need

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

Strumming my pain with his fingers

We should appreciate the girls