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

With some weed and a cup

Some niggas ain't got no luck

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

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Started out with just alc and weed

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Indubitably i'm too street

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds