This is a song about "Herb shuttles"

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

Yeah you know i got that work, women second, family first

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Just know you hatin on that nigga, nigga get it straight

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

Specially equities, reckon we smile

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently