This is a song about "Weed hard times family dying making money slinging dope"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Same weed good times with a different scent

As: they will be so surprised

Making things hard to find

But most of the time

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Not bad using that dope money

We're living in a fantasy

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

So hate the rap arena not these dope songs i'm making

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

3 or 4 times a day, do codeine and are dope fiends,

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees