This is a song about "Weed and cars"

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

With some weed and a cup

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

This nation's peace sent here to run you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?