This is a song about "Poverty and weed"

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Talk money when you're in poverty, you grip and fiend,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Me and my peeps often meet

Started out with just alc and weed

And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

The drug that they brain need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed