This is a song about "Herb shuttles"

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

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

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

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Lady at the frank stand will

The herb calm his mental

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

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.

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

You need to go to, like, vienna or something