This is a song about "My loud weed"

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

Speakers loud; heavy base, pants sagged pass my waist

She dealing with killa so you love her taste

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

I always laugh out loud when i wring my hater's necks,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Now my eyes chinese, keep the loud lit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

My bitchez. all down to fuk.weed so loud..

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Asked them do you know who stole my weed