This is a song about "Good weed"

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The 40 if i cop bottles, we can't believe you

Rollin you up like good weed, shit i'm just gloatin' too

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

You just need to take me, i know you can fly