This is a song about "Cooe it up weed"

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

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

Our history that they stole, africa

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

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

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Don't know her name those ain't really important

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

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me