This is a song about "Grime weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

From the back seat, back seat

Until the end if time

But they understand grime?

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Who substituted for this weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Doing the moonwalk, hoping i blow up in time

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

Done grime these streets are the

Just a little nigga

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,