This is a song about "Probation and weed"

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

For a bit of weed and chips

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The things they say went a little too far

Put up and smoke that weed,

Last of a dying breed

Not king james, these were coke kings

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Indubitably i'm too street