This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

Cook up and run where i'm from, the south son,

Goin' ham in beef it's raw, i cook it up with twisted news,

Pathological liars even know i'm the truth

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics