This is a song about "Ripe weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Ripe and furbished with lies and cries tied in earth's cervix

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

Me and my peeps often meet

A hit,coz i already got weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge