This is a song about "Omar weed"

My guy got all the good weed

Last of a dying breed

You can call it commercial

Yeah my weed is purple

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Who substituted for this weed

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

But hey yo look, money from across the street

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

Maybe it's the way the played it in my hearti knew one day i gotta be a star

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried