This is a song about "Let me puff that weed"

It's me that you need to let in

They don't see my vision, grown man mission

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

And let me grab that, we'll make my lasting meal

'bout to get my other car

That hands you weed and alcohol

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

You lie me down and tell me that you'll never let me die, then you kiss me

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

But off of that story, let me get back to my rhyme/

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

Ya like that let me know on my the phone