This is a song about "Herb shuttles"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

Just intentions to impress you, if capable

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

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

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

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

We can talk things over a little a while

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Yeah you know i got that work

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

Your bitch only like you cause she thinks you getting paid

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate