This is a song about "Fake weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

The revolution will proceed

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

I don't believe in bein fake

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Ur love was always fake

See my hands start to shake

You as fake as fake needs to know.

She probably had a reason though