This is a song about "Expelled for weed"

I can always go home and look down my street

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

You kicked it, surpassed all the crap and expelled it at last

You see em gettin it then you get it, pardon my hand

Who be puffin that weed

Indubitably i'm too street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But i'm not worried

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

The whole crowd's fiendish for this weed, but i'm sold out

Before i even smoked weed i thank u for that but

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck