This is a song about "In the cut amoking weed"

Like a tumble weed in the western breeze.

Rideright back to the movies

My ten cent hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down

Everyone already knows me, got the best weed in town

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow

I'll cut him like he's walking in the lunch line slow

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

They're tryin to say that i don't care

With that weed in the air

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Smoke weed then cough again. get higher then junkies in the pen.

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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed