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

Smoking weed hazy still crazy but gain a kg in the summer

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

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

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Smoking the best weed in berlin

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

So i told her thats wassup, then we chillin in the cut

-ttention. you don't gotta listen just give a fuck

It's how we put it there

With that weed in the air

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap