This is a song about "Smoking bad weed"

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

And this will be the song that we sing

It's no wonder why i go in any hood like i am knowing

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Smoking weed, inhaling illegal chemicals, looking and hoping for some sort of relief,

She all on my skin

Smoking weed with depression,

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

How many weed you're smoking, "#i'm #so #much #respected, #i #go #harder #than #a #guard #or #kern"

You ain't a no king , ma raps will leave u conflicted, hoe you're so retard to learn

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz