This is a song about "Nigga and weed"

That hands you weed and alcohol

Your music in the car

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

And i aint plan this nigga i aint plan shit nigga

The hotels we staying in twelve star

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Without your love it's cold as fuck

With some weed and a cup

You're in a seminar

And delete that weed you are

Put up and smoke that weed,

Now it's time to eat