This is a song about "Weed and cars and xanex"

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

African queen got what you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The drug that they brain need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

Started out with just alc and weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet