This is a song about "Puss weed"

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Slammin that puss makes my weiner grow

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Started out with just alc and weed

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

A hit,coz i already got weed

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

But don't like that about pipe or weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Im high as a bitch smokin weed