This is a song about "Cooe it up weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Sometimes i think, what i need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

My hype's like weed so buy it, the new rap mainstay

But i get you, i bang with you the long way