This is a song about "Nigga and weed"

Money i make em buck

With some weed and a cup

Try to jack and i will attack

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Hope my city is not too far

That hands you weed and alcohol

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I'm the prototype with a godly protocol