This is a song about "Quarter pound of weed"

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

We love for a while then a light goes

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

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

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia