This is a song about "Weed drank juice shots party dance hands good stunting texas ny hoes"

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

So would you please listen to what i'mma need from you

This my zombie circus, you better get a fuckin' ticket

I drank pop and i smoke weed, my veins clot, and you ain't even know it,

The saftey man had it wrong when said youre in good hands

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Titties, ass, hands in the air, it's a party over here

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Face down then ass up these hoes keep a good arch

Beat me with it while the rest sit and watch

Know you want me to fall

That hands you weed and alcohol