This is a song about "My loud weed"

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

Asked them do you know who stole my weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

I remember a nigga demo just sit in a room

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You can call it commercial

Yeah my weed is purple

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed