This is a song about "Ripe weed"

A low life's plight

Your ass looks plumb and ripe,

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

They pluck us before we're ripe

Their gonna be like

They pluck us before we're ripe

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

If he keep going, pass the torch to him

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

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