This is a song about "Weed mates drunk"

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Drunk in love,grab a chair drinking wine

Private plane, my seat recline

The drug that they brain need

Who be puffin that weed

Every time i get drunk i'm never drunk enough

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I think that i must be drunk

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Chilling with my mates but i dont give a fuck about rotations

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes