This is a song about "My mums weed"

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Lady at the frank stand will

Yeah my weed is purple

When you keep em right beside you

Your mums pussy ill stick to

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.