This is a song about "My loud weed"

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

My last decision weakens as cursing loud in my tomb,

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

And put another half a mil in my bank account

My guiding light burnt out, uninvited thoughts burst loud