This is a song about "Weed models bottles"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

And for the time being lets me in love with the moment

Fuckin, smokin blunts, sexy models in the front

No role models, except for them dudes slangin pounds

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

My records sell, yes sir

We poppin' models like dahmer

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Tappin' models, leaving parties, putting the ac in throttle,

If you had no role models and if you had no chaperones,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks