This is a song about "Herb shuttles"

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

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

Like hit it in the morning, yeah, cole world

Count your baby daddy’s now, 2 and a possible

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

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

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

And getting money is the song i sing

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

30 chains on, bet the light work