This is a song about "Cooe it up weed"

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Sniffing up the coke, but its the bar weed am on/

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Keep it coming, booze, weed, hookers, im buying

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

Me i'mma still be a player, all day baby

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

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

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