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"

You feed off all the trash talk, and shit that you start

Leave all they clothes on, baby this ain't so hard

We need to find our fears step on up and then just face em

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

See, sometimes we all need a little whiskey in our cup

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

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

All i have to do is take a step and descend

In life she the wife who was right in that deep end

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk

And take a vacation to trip a broad

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

All that shit and talk is my claim to fame

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Took a trip to a market, and saw all the candy