Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Boy, what's with all this commotion?
I swear the kid been devoted
I only smoke if I roll it
I take a hit and then hold it
But keep it low, I seen some lights flash
And I aint in the mood for altercations like
Okay but cool now, adjust the volume
Don't play it too loud
Relax and push the seat back
Let's conversate, lets conversate
I lost my train of thought, just let me concentrate
Oh well, it wasn't that deep
See when I speak I seek to enlighten
Know it's the words, the topics well they vary from politics to philosophy, financial instabilities and poetic soliloquies, all things artistic
The streetlights hit my windshield and glisten
Let's listen, to Lauren Hill talking 'bout Miseducation
The misrepresentation, disenfranchised, lost and lonely

[Verse 2]
So now we, playing some Gucci talking 'bout booties and boobies and boosting that bass to bump till the speakers can't function none
And these niggas fiending for funds
Like let's get a bottle or some, but the funds dont match the intents and Im already [?]
'Cause we smoking weed in my car in the cul de sac with no tints
And when I went to cop the eighth, aint nobody rush to put in
And plus I bought the fucking blunts 'cause these niggas don't got no m's
Its repetitive, I swear to god we do this every weekend