This is a song about "Cooe it up weed"

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

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

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

Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important

And i be with p, so i got bbc shit

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

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

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Her defense is up i'm wishing that it disappears

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

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

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

This the weed song light it up when its on. smoke that shit til your mind is gone.

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long