This is a song about "Bongs and weed"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

With some weed and a cup

I know you're mad, but so what

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

That gyal want mi ride har

And delete that weed you are