This is a song about "Nigga weed"

I can always go home and look down my street

But don't like that about pipe or weed

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

This is the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I don't know defeat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Real nigga shit. hood nigga section.

My position improving, not to mention

What do i really need

Who substituted for this weed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Indubitably i'm too street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed