This is a song about "Cuete weed kill"

But,my raps scar and kill,

That's aids to the ill

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Who be puffin that weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

You need to get involved at the university level, like where freud studied

It'll last for all these crazy days

Weed and rapping weed in jays