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

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Don't let them capture you, get on ya grind

Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child

You can't get caught in the k.o, let me know.

I'm ripping the shows, hitting the dough

And i was getting whipped at home in sixth grade

So let me name a couple kings to get ya mind straight,

And all the shit you went through

Just please let me come to you,

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Get loud/ get loud/ let me hear you get louder

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Blazing the weed to get high free,