This is a song about "Bitches and snitches and weed and seed"

Me and my peeps often meet

Put up and smoke that weed,

Some don't even grow up and share there seed,

But hey yo look, money from across the street

With some weed and a cup

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

What do i really need

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

You, you, you have to pay for that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

For a bit of weed and chips