This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

You can't unwind it. rising and climbing

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

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

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

I just wanted to be at peace with you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

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

But when i knock this shit off, i'mma go and buy some laker shit

Stir the beef up in a pot, it's hot, cook it up and sell it,