Smoking weed on a daily, but on the beat my soul flows free, everyday I be steadily smoking trees, but if u got that mid grade bitch nigga plz, I'm just smoking weed to feel relief, smoking weed to be elite, I'm complete with the street intelligence,  I've lived the life of a hustler, rolling around stoned while all these clowns around my town is foul, gotta have a 40 cal cuz most these fools ain't my pals, they say my weed smell is stought, I'm only gonna confess my stress because of my obligation to stay blazed and only to represent for my team, I may be a little arrogant but my motive is to only impose my imaqulant amount of dedication to stay never faking reciting my only intintions is to succeed my ambitions and to never relive my misery, I'm  on a  mission to succeed, while I make my music I stay really intrigued, I  only then began to redeem my obligation witch is to finesse my way through these streets, all my dedication is to succeed my dream and to feel free more powerful than a navy fleet, I am solid like concrete,  running shit like a track meet, its going down homie I ain't scared, unlike you scary niggas softer than a farrie, and just so know I impose my inner feelings through making music,