The Great Outdoors - The Weather Man [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1: HUZZAH]
I like my blunts fat and my bitches thicker
Used to have morals but she gone of the liquor
Told her that i rap, get her clothes off quicker
I bet she show her ass for a 10deep sticker
Hol' up, we rolling blunts long as a machete is
Heard you smoke loud but you don't know what the heady is
You in a trap, yeah where reggie is
And bet a couple dollars that you're hoe ain't where she says she is
Crooks niggas and we on like a lightswitch
In the function getting jaded with a white bitch
Problem allato, guess i hit the lotto, cause when i bought a home she resemble Demi Levato
You know the motto, money over hiz-oes, never love a bitch but let her pay for all my cliz-othes
Gizzo, im niz-ice, chase cheese like miz-ice, fuck with the Crooks and tapdance on thin ice
We 'bout it, bout it, you competition i doubt it, doubt it
Tryna get faded, we got the buddah dont leave without it
Sly tendecies, hanging like a tenticle, you under the underground we hanging at the penicle
Sitting on more money then timeshares, while fake niggas is dumber then dark bitches with blonde hair
Hoes tell me they love me but fuck it i don't care
'Lijah had these silly hoes jumping out they underwear
White lies, nice try, too much of a nice guy, watching SNL i got the humor of a white guy
This mid-life crisis, tell me whose the nicest
I bag hoes like thrift sweaters with no prices
I'm ill, haters can't catch up still
As i go over nigga's heads like the greem on your bill
Its no mercy when the verse hit, its a cold war
Stay cussing, dirty mouth, cold sore
Whatever man, im all about my cheddar man
'Lijah getting mad hoes wet, call me the weatherman
Yous a freshman, I'm a veteran
Bitch you jocked a nigga, no let 'em in