This is a song about "Weed bitches and thugs"

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

With some weed and a cup

Car with no limit what

Of you wannabes rapping bout thugs,drugs, and sex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines

Without the racist hicks and ghetto thugs jackin' bikes,

Sometimes i think, what i need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

African queen got what you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Gangsters are pussies and thugs are lame

And my niggas all the same

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Weed and rapping weed in jays