This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

The drug that they brain need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

Aye, hold your head homie, look

She even said she can cook!

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

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

We will cook you up and eat,

This is the concrete

That's when you know you doing shit

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

I'll cook it up and stir it 'till i crack and then i'll have a cow,

It was hilarious, well it ain't fucking funny now