This is a song about "Montreal weed"

Who be puffin that weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Me and my peeps often meet

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

But don't like that about pipe or weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat