This is a song about "Weed dealer boy whit fire and them girls"

All these bitches ugly, call them girls up

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Im lyrical individual im a boy i like girls

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Hurl the pendent and send it to them girls/

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Asked them do you know who stole my weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for