This is a song about "Crack and marijuana"

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

Marijuana got me spacing and gazing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Put the purp in the blunt

Marijuana potent,

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Twist them up, and indulge in the marijuana smog

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

How many do i not do? nada. i'm a mama, doing saliva and marijuana.

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

As well as gossip, genre and dogma, blunted, marijuana

The beer flowin' like water, louie bag with the prada