This is a song about "Ass n weed"

I'll strike a match and light your ass, while i write 'n' craft your suicidal note

Evertime i try to speak, they immediatey go into berzerk mode,

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Ass, grass n liquour, with fat cash amounts

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Who be puffin that weed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

The revolution will proceed

Redan road, that’s my street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Angled like drafting italics, while you're ass is in panic n' dangled from fabric

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick