Marijuana

I hope you understand, struggle made me who I am

Way before the bands, getting rich was the plan

I don't trust a soul with two legs and two hands

See it in my face, I can never be a scam

Out of town trips, Im still breaking down zips

You thinking bout a bitch, who be thinking bout d***

We can never be the same, that's a rumor and a myth

Thing about the game, you either lose or, you win

I got aim with blue tips with names

Bitches come and go, so who really cares