This is a song about "Dreads"

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

I spill the blood of rappers and use weezy dreads to soak it up

Who know this be the life that i really live

Grabbing heads, ripping out dreads to lock them with

Stangle you with your own dreads and

This is something different

Growin out my dreads, i'm bob marley mon

For the dough you'll be like doe, stuck at home