This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

You was just there all the time

Last of a dying breed

My guy got all the good weed

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

Because all i do is smoke weed, then sleep, the rooms too hazy

Every third lady that flirt, want my chirp lately

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

And trying to start today with arguments

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Of course we can't forget the greatest of all time,

Yeah, im the greatest of all time

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine