This is a song about "Hot weed"

Who be puffin that weed

Last of a dying breed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

But don't like that about pipe or weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

That cellphone that i bought

I though i was red hot