This is a song about "Weed money bitches and good times"

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

But i'm not worried

My guy got all the good weed

Paper planes, long flights

Relive all the good times

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Can barely walk the city streets

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Aye, lifes a bitch, and i'm cuffing mines

She cries reminiscing on the good times