This is a song about "Mexican weed dealer boy and girls"

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And delete that weed you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

We gotta get back to what really matters