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

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

I just want somebody i can see

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Making my brain hard to rhyme

Me love you long time

Homies dying like this is fucking war times

Who know this be the life that i really live

To all those hard times, hiding

I got a big fear of flying

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,