This is a song about "Weed all the time"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Cause i'll +bolt+ on usain, i'm too ahead of the game

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.

And now these hoes are on my line

You was just there all the time

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Your rhymes while the illuminati is in your mind all the time

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

Eminem is the greatest of all time

They ain’t got no life ‘cause they always on mine

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

My shit hair-burning, you not even a lil’ tan