Uhm Id like to tell you a story It happened to me In Wicker Park of all places You know me Sippin on that gria Walk down the boulevard Lighting up that greener With the homies And we shopping We spending We Chris Rocking And this woman started talking She say "Boy where your head at? Drugs are straight for lames Up in public, you be shamed." I mean I guess its from the earth In a grape juice bottle, it works I no ratchet I no curse I just want to turn up, live, and learn 24 this life i earned Well At least to me Listen to me I respect love family Talk self-love and apologies But this is America-home of free So fu*k regulations Restricting me From smoking weed Walking down on street That's how it feels for me Then I started to think about it some more and idk it kinda bothered me Can you believe this b**h Complaining bout the ganja She smell like she smoke Newport's So why hate Marijuana Or maybe it's the drinking tho But that ain't none of her problems Cops can detain my a** until I'm speaking proper And Marijuana's not an issue Bc of ya boy Obama They warn that its bad Then send u home to momma And that's all My favorite season be fall At least I'm not running round and jumping off of them walls I mean my speech a little slurrrred U can hear it in my wooords She swear that she the sh** but I think she just a turd I mean I'm no role model I'm no one to follow Drunk and don't got the answers I'm lonely and Cancer Just barely not a ba*tard But wait- Think of the children Or maybe its self-image I mean look at my living Oh he look cool what the f** he sippin? sh** be smelling strong Lay you down like you at home Who be blowing up his phone He snaping on the chat If u look this n***a up He be snapping on the tracks Follwed up on the gram? Like them sh**s back to back #daydrinking #griasback Amen