This is a song about "Weed pot girls cars dirt bikes"

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

From responsibility to its dirt

I feel like i got fifty cars

The you should look up in the stars

Snap crackle ackle, im high on pot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

I need henny on the rock, my queen top notch

From fine girls and cars to a brand new watch

Now i'm sharpening spikes, to toss it at dykes and broads with their bikes

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

If you can't see a legend, i'mma make it clear: nigga i'm right here

What's worse, an unsociable comedy central roaster burned by a teen during their growth spurt

Up shit in the pot to get beef going around me, so i can bring people into the dirt