This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Have no souls indeed

My guy got all the good weed

For that paper, i'mma grind

All the time wasted in my mind

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

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Eminem is the greatest of all time

Guess that means you can never be mine

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

Step in the club and it's all eyes, champagne i sip mine