This is a song about "Weed and bad bitches"

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Chillin in da park wit bad bitches in my sight

Not me, i bet you remember the night

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

As i'm watching the snow fall

That hands you weed and alcohol

Weed and rapping weed in jays

See money talk and these days

Last of a dying breed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"