This is a song about "Sell weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Who substituted for this weed

Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

//who sell drugs to feed their family

If you don't know, maybach is the clique

Nigga tryna sell give him a week

Open up your contacts then scroll

Sell my soul, price of coal

I keep my money neat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap