This is a song about "Let weed get to you"

Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line

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

You know what get pissed let me pass on the storm cloud.

There must be another route, way out

I have the patience to let other mcs get on the microphone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Picture that and they ain't fire not a single shot

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

No weed needed to get higher

When it comes to spitting that fire

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

God dont let them get to me while i sing your praise

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Get on your knees,let me see how you get weak

Let me know when it occurs to you

I gotta tell you that my love is true