This is a song about "Women weed a weather"

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

A written to woo women or about to go ham

And i come through your window just like i'm hustle man

You say you've had bare women well that is a joke,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

A sweater containing heat in cold weather,

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Women always on a mission

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Swimming in the women, hitting boppers with a ten-inch dick