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The freestyle opens on a bold title card: WIZ KHALIFA, BUTTERFLY FREESTYLE, stacked in heavy grey letters over a dim shot of the room where most of the talking happens.
That room is small and lived-in. Slatted grey panels line the walls, a mixing desk and monitors sit to one side, and a black presentation box trimmed in gold rests on the counter. In the first beats a man in a dark graphic tee and a do-rag lifts the box lid to show rows of pre-rolled joints, then takes a long pull with smoke curling past his face.
Most of the video comes back to one figure in a bright tee with a rainbow-lettered graphic across the chest and a dark cap or do-rag. He leans toward the lens, grins, gestures with a joint between his fingers, and talks straight into the camera while the box sits open beside him.
Between those talks the edit throws the viewer outward. A packed crowd throws hands up under stage lights. A shirtless performer works the lip of a stage while phones glow in the pit. A backstage corridor of steel kegs and road cases leads to a man sitting quietly on a stool. Merch shirts are laid out on a table, one reading TAYLOR GANG.
The crowd shots get bigger as the song goes. A floodlit field of fans stretches to the back of a venue. Faces in the front row scream and sing along, someone raises a can, and a red wash fills the room as hands reach for the stage. Near the end a fan holds up a white T-shirt printed WIZ KHALIFA over the barrier.
A sunlit moment breaks up the night footage: a man in a white tee and dark sunglasses, gold chains at his neck, squints into daylight.
The last returns are to the slatted room, the rainbow tee and the open box, the grin still there, before the frame gives way to YouTube end-screen cards.
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(Lyrics as heard in the video)
What's the first thing you see a nigga with some bomb ass
Weed a nigga who love to smoke trees?
Wiz Khalifa smokes beside a box of rolled joints, with captions on screen.
Take a whole QP when he oversees outfits
I'm changing like the leaves still doing things They hate and can't
Wiz Khalifa sits in a backstage hallway by road cases.
Believe young Khalifa was great
That's what they don't say I'm concerned with the legacy that I
Wiz Khalifa stands outdoors under a blue sky with a friend.
Leave Chrome hard. I'm gonna get some shit if I see it
They don't show you but I bet they pull it for me
Wiz Khalifa sits at a table with a box.
And I'm in my best to say the least tomorrow We got
To get on the jet
Wiz Khalifa stands in a narrow hallway.
Let's catch it. Please don't want to hit so what you want
To bet I'm finishing up my lap
T-shirts with band and tour designs are laid out.
You ain't even start yet You ain't gotta ask about us
We on deck Smoking every ounce until there's nothing left Cush in
Hands pass something across a table.
My chest, she gon' get undressed How you step outside and you
Known less Every time I get through customs
Wiz Khalifa talks backstage in a graphic tee.
I feel so blessed Always wonder how my weed smells so fresh
Always wonder why my jeans cost so much Always wonder why my
A man walks down a hallway.
Style better than the rest Always wonder why my money don't fold
Up Ever thought that I would stop
Wiz Khalifa sits backstage by equipment cases.
You was incorrect Shots ain't indirect
They don't even take a move on benefit I'll be the last
A crowd of fans cheers with a can raised.
Real nigga left I'll be the past
Future, and the present The last piece of sand in the hourglass
People stand backstage in a dim area.
When your time's up Find us high as fuck Just took five
Puffs, now my eyes wide shut I built a business and did
Wiz Khalifa smiles in a white tee and chain.
It without a crush And knocked out a few niggas without a
Punch You can find me on the tour bus
Wiz Khalifa sits in a hallway.
That one gettin' somethin'
Wrong Bring your own marijuana
Fans reach up in a crowd.
It's that past that shit gets old
You can't have my crushin' old
A huge concert crowd fills an arena in red light.
You can't have my crushin' old
You can't have my crushin' old You
Fans pack a crowd in front of a stage.
Can't have my crushin' old
Fans hold up a white T-shirt at a barrier in pink light.
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