This is a song about "Love weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Weed i can't pronounce man

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

The revolution will proceed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I keep my money neat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

From the back seat, back seat