This is a song about "Jim shrimp weed"

My guy got all the good weed

I don't know defeat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

And it's hard to find god when you ain't never seen him

Met a man last night he said his name was jim.

My mission is to make em laugh, jim carey

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

The stand your ground laws, jim crow, just as racist,

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed