This is a song about "Girls weed bongs"

This is the concrete

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

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

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

Last of a dying breed

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

And what about the rappers