This is a song about "Quarter pound of weed"

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

Allot of weed in the streets ...breathless

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Persistent cause he scrounged a distance for a pound of sniff

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

I seen a lot of niggas change over weed and lean,

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Ecstacy, #oxy, a bit of weed mixed with meth that'll be #alright,