This is a song about "Fire loud weed"

Then swag it out, ounces then bags is out

I like my weed real loud real loud

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Your on fire.. your on fire

Name, and your entire

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

What's with all this fire,

Well, that's what you are