This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

I was prevented from seeing/ a fifth grader and 135 pounds

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

The herb calm his mental

Never wrong at any level

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Shit my bars are heavy as pounds

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house