This is a song about "Weed and intelengense"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

African queen got what you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And delete that weed you are

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star