This is a song about "Herb"

Never wrong at any level

The herb calm his mental

Like i'm a moldy old herb

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Fuck boy steady puffin on average herb while im on magic

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

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

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

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

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Its no days off, although i'm bored to work