This is a song about "Broken heart and good weed"

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

They say nothing mends a broken heart but time,

Full speed has been stampeded by this good weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My eyes were doomed, my heart was broken for several weeks

Oh! i was lucky u say u gotta good heart

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

Of a woman with a broken heart.

Real words...elegant: a piece of art

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Put up and smoke that weed,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street