This is a song about "Houston weed"

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

I’m way harder than the concrete

But don't like that about pipe or weed

I need to beat

Who be puffin that weed

They send us packin to houston and still they can't save her life.

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Cool young kings trying to make a name houston is where we came