DeadCrow - Herbs Invested (Prod. Youtaro) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: DeadCrow]
I'm just the product of the gang violence
Figured id turn to the homies to gain guidance
& if the aim was to gain finance
Then id be on route to reach out & attain mines with
A couple of slimes, crips, driving in fine whips
Against all odds & fuck the cops till the times hit
The dimes lit, mundavi in the wine glass
Thinking its crazy how fast the time pass
A couple a years ago I was a loser
Budda abuser abusing with other users
Now the budda seducer, seducing these budda users
Adding stacks from the floor to cataracts, now whose the loser?
Late night street dweller with a pot leaf sweater
Did try coke but the pot wreaks, better
Didn't try dope cause the cope seems, shredder
Plus this weed makes the dome more clever & the hoes wetter
Posted roasting roach clips in between both lips
Getting more grip while I roll more splits
Neighbors often got a close wiff
& one night called the cops & my soul shift to mischief
Shackles interlocking both wrists
Cops be inter blocking both lips
Interrogation leads to no hits
Cause I ain't talking man I'm no snitch
Back on the block again with a six pack of heinekens
High off the vicodin, pockets got rockets seeking enlightenment
Xanaxes & cannabis
Coke, shrooms, dust, & acid strips
As big as massive gets, in the past regret
Try to move on but these are things you can't forget
Here I go again, drowning in vomit
My mind is on a roll, reaching outer space on comets
Putting things in perspective
Still getting chased by detectives
So reckkess, hustling cess is, but check this
My check list, needs to be checked with, herbs invested

[Bridge: DeadCrow]
Yeah, yeah, I keep it festive..
Yeah, yeah, I keep it festive..
Yeah, yeah, I keep it festive…
I keep it festive, I keep it festive..

[Verse 2 + Outro: DeadCrow]
Festivities end when criminal activities
Have you end up in correctional facilities
Enemies become your favorite memory
& silence becomes your favorite melody
So lonely in this cubicle
Scratching walls & biting at my cuticles
So lonely in this cubicle
Scratching walls & biting at my cuticles
Scratching walls & biting at my cuticles
... biting at my cuticles