This is a song about "Words rhyme spit struggles weed doing better fuck haters"

This pair of sixes is paranormal that rare shit

All these haters get aim- itis evrey time i spit

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

What do i really need

After the two thousand no one could rhyme better

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I'm just doing my thing, trying to think of the perfect rhyme/

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time

I’ll forever move any cat they admire mine

Have all the rappers calling me out all spit a rhyme

I'mma catch you next time around

So all you haters better pipe down

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..