This is a song about "What if you started to trip all hopped up on pills and shit take another hit of that dank ass weed and feeling is all we need to feed our desire an get a little higher"

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

We all know what your about, so you keep ya bitch ass up on that seat

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

I deserve a medal, lap 'em on every track

The cocky, liveliest for nobody, book so many bitches couldn't of been in cum laude

If you think i need to be overseas and take a vacation to trip abroad

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Trip to croatia and it's all paid for,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war