This is a song about "Copin pounds of herb"

The herb calm his mental

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Especially with stomach growls, absent dads, thunder pounds,

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

Satan's horns, thunder pounds, pieces of an angel's face,

Pounds of hash pass past but taken with wrath

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas