This is a song about "Herb"

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

There'd still be niggas out killing

Got royalty herb, call me the toke king

Too focused, one word

Like i'm a moldy old herb

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Hurting these herb emcees, you better learn to flee urgently

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

Miami nights, it was all a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean