This is a song about "Herb"

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Pulling down her skirt

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

Back like i never ever left in the first

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

Aren't you somethin' to admire

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Let's go shopping, get your purse, them bitches be tricking first