This is a song about "Pudding and weed"

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

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

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Say you through will all my foul ways

And delete that weed you are

With the goons i spar

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I keep my money neat

And suddenly you don't seem nearly as tempting for pudding

With those crazy ass people at the county building

For a bit of weed and chips

She likes the way it hits her lips

Indubitably i'm too street

Put up and smoke that weed,