This is a song about "Herb shuttles"

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

And my wish is to have everything

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

I got that cold flow, winnipeg, this is work

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

Stay powered by herb and a big fuckin pile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

You ain't heard it from me i'm a motherfucking verb

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

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane