This is a song about "Smokeing weed"

From the back seat, back seat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

What do i really need

My guy got all the good weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

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

Me and my peeps often meet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed