This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

Know i meant, every motherfuckin word

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

The herb calm his mental

Never wrong at any level

But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Damn man we got 25 pounds of colombian coke

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Make account getting vows spitting movable bowels

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently