This is a song about "Wide ears"

You can listen to my words gently flow through your ears

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

Young fools eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

You got to have your game tight

She died, i cried, my eyes opened wide,

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right

One moment you see me walking with a smile so wide

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

Clean out my ears from your lyrical slime

Which coincides with the rate i sniffed turning my eyes wide

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

On that red-eyed kush flight

Lets spread our freedom wide