This is a song about "Weed addict"

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

All you wanna do is get that stick

Suckle from the titty of a crack addict

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

Give me dirty looks cuz i look like a pistol packin' pill addict

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

This guy aint dope he's a depressed rap addict

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I'm a chronic rap addict.

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

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