This is a song about "High grade hash"

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm a grade a o g

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

Poppin purple tagsshow my face for cash

So get rid of the drugs and get low and hash

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

Fist fights, slinging crack, sniffed the crisp pack, stashed hash,

It's all good, finna dog that

Smoking hash thats where the stacks at

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

High as fuck high as ducks lit the hash and passed a blunt

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

Miami nights, made a couple grand