This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

Weed stash go run hide it and stash it, head bashed in

I'mma go to war with the devil 'til we're even

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Smother it with butter and cook it for my next of kin.

My window is a book and i'm a fuckin' crook

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

One way or another you'll be givin it up, huhi guess cause i'm black born

Translation cause my life is too sweet

We will cook you up and eat,

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

Here nigga on the road

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

You claim you a thug crook a drug cook you ain't it

"you are my slave now, cook me up a fucking meal." (hahaha) *evil laugh*

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash