This is a song about "Got no weed cause we dont need"

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

I don't need no mother-fuka telling me we wrong...

No need for a road map cause we're paving it

Living out of a homeless shit

Cause i don't need no babies.

You gotta breathe and be at ease

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Because there ain't no coming back from that

No need to fight back, we have zach/

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

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