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

Motivated just from being broke

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

With some weed and a cup

Say you don’t do what

I'm on deck i'm up next

Yea my crew vexed, crew vexed

Are you against or in my crew?

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I would ask who's frank she would say one of my new crew mates with a new face

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

Now i'm back on my grizzle, a plethora of strippers