This is a song about "About weed"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,