This is a song about "Hoping the weed out weighs this lyric"

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Sometimes i think, what i need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Pull out the weed, put the top back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

This a sick lyric, if you hear it, better take a pill to ease......the pain

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Swear i will murk any beat

Who substituted for this weed

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,