This is a song about "Ripe weed"

But don't like that about pipe or weed

African queen got what you need

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

The revolution will proceed

I said i got my ass beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I seem to love these whips - a white

They pluck us before we're ripe

'' #you #shall #come #to #your #grave #in #ripe #old #age,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

I’m way harder than the concrete

Who substituted for this weed

Swear i will murk any beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Bars so ripe their ready to be cultivated