This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Cause they right down the street

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Cook a verse send it out hardly a look

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

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

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

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Would have came back for you