This is a song about "Quarter pound of weed"

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

Now i’m killing these shows, i just deliver the hope

So while you worry about the hoes

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Spliffin joints of weed and you can see that i'm addicted

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

For a bit of weed and chips

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

They can not pause like right one sega

Of twelve shot pound nigga po via pia

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet