This is a song about "Weed and bad bitches"

I ask him how the bad bitches

That shit look like it’s raks fifth

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I got ten bad bitches in two bunk beds,

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

All them bad bitches tryna look so tough

I miss the better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Discussin bad bitches and the wish for bare thighs

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Sometimes i think, what i need