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

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

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

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

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Hoping he'd pave paths n' pack out the basement

Secret society all we ask is trust

About the crowd hoping that they'd bump me out of luck

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Twista finna get up on the track

Pull out the weed, put the top back

Started out with just alc and weed

From the back seat, back seat

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty