This is a song about "Rolling up weed"

At an extremly alarming rate

Rolling up a blunt so we can elevate

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Stay rolling up that potent grass

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

I phone home to the real they wanna know just how it feel

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal