This is a song about "Weed bitchs haging with my crew"

Im throwin' divebombs with my rapper crew

And all the while i think of you

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Only me and my crew

Looking like the resurrection of mahatma gandhi with my crew behind me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Cause i'm apart it and that's my crew

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Stay positive and hang with the crew

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

If you come up and hang with my crew, you're walkin' 'round killers,

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

Keep your business to your self never fuck with a crew

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you