This is a song about "My love for weed"

No love at all no love for my natives at all

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My love for her is getting cheesy like the cheddar.

Sometimes i think, what i need

My guy got all the good weed

My love, for you, will remain forever true.

And for this moment no i won't ditch you

I love rap, because it's light, for my eyes,

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Fuckin' voices follow me, emulatin' like twitter roll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

For a bit of weed and chips