This is a song about "Girls high weed"

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Who substituted for this weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Everybody ,your hands up high,

Hear the rambling in the sky

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

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I get jelous when your with other girls

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

Cause they right down the street

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop