This is a song about "Smokin all this weed"

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

Everyone follow me in this bitch you wrote this high on weed

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Who substituted for this weed

Ugh..i think i'm seein' things, i gotta stop all this sniffin' n' smokin'//

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

Fuck this class assignment smokin' on the finest

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

People leaned to shoulder devils, sippin' lean, smokin' weed,