This is a song about "Weed life stress free gangster"

Life as a child was great but happiness can't be bought for free

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Acting gangster but you're gettin beat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I smoke og kuch fuck stress

I'm hoping i confess

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

My life is in between the rhymes making a statement breaking free

The life is free, the life is fun and it will not be easier if you just run.

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

All i want is you baby

In life nothings comes free

In life nothings comes free

They gotta point em out baby