This is a song about "Weed in the shower"

That barely allows to pay the rent and take a fucking shower,

Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Listens for the shower, not even a drop,

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Bogeyman crawlin' up the stairs to jump in your shower

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Her names nicola, she wanna facetime in the shower,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Stalked a ho rapper, saw him singing in the shower

That's what rains for

Even in the shower

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her