This is a song about "Ripe weed"

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him

Now turn around and let me see just what you curve like

Like her tight bright pink ripe smitten that i have no invite,

Cause they right down the street

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

Put up and smoke that weed,

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed