This is a song about "Omar weed"

But i'm not in the first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Who be puffin that weed

Nightmare on any street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

What do i really need

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

As i light one for ill will

Yeah my weed is purple

When my flow starts, i compose like mozart, i go hard, tell that to omar

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I’m way harder than the concrete

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed