This is a song about "Weed and fucking bitches"

Now it's time to eat

Put up and smoke that weed,

You feeling when you be drillin' that shit

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

Tryin' to celebrate my independence day, will smith

Aint no fucking way the stop me now bitches,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Those bitches are on standby gasping fucking breathlessly,

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face

My mom is scolding me again for fucking bitches

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this