This is a song about "Fuck weed rehab"

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

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

But your rhymes have less substance than rehab clinics.

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

What do i really need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Me and my peeps often meet

Started out with just alc and weed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I miss the better days

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed