This is a song about "Quarter pound of weed"

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Battle pound for pound and diminish the rest

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

As a matter of fact i did happen to have some weed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

When i was younger i smoked a lot of weed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

I get paper like i a mail box, seen