This is a song about "Great things weed does"

What it means to know your momma or your father on that pipe

Get their degree and become something great, does all right

So hopefully i would become great

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

To destroy something so great

Give me dome, then let me skate

I was born to do great things, i aint just speaking chatter

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

It seemed everything was great

It really sounded great

Of course they all hate

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

Exhibitions that's exponentially great//

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"