This is a song about "Smoking hella bomb weed its all i need"

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

If you aint smoking this weed then

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Then i get my weed like fuckit its gone be alright.

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Herbivore, i don't need weed for inspiration

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

My time's approaching, i don't need the money for smoking

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast