This is a song about "Cook it up weed"

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

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

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

High off life? my nigga not even

It cook up imagination to generations of our nation

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Fuck that now trying get the money

Chronic weed makes it very clear to see

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

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

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