This is a song about "Marijuana with lady"

But my lady say's different, when i'm with her tonight/

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

When i pulled up in that bentleytold y’all i was gangster, still somethin’ like a pimp

Straight automatic, with an automatic, from a marijuana addict

Boy get off your so called little lady,

Look it something they can't ever see

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

But whos that lady im with? look again, thats your mom bitch

Regret the days i mistreated that lady

On they twitter writing novels, see

Marijuana devil fiend from the seventies

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

So search hard till you find your lady,

I swear they think i'm crazy

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

Marijuana smoke doesn't damage ur mind