This is a song about "Smoking that fucking herb"

Yes bitch, that's a presidential

The herb calm his mental

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

She love me cuss she know i smoking that good shit

That bitch was racist, got me fired

My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?)

"contemplate", i wrote about her

I'll be dabbing smoking on that shatter

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

Nothing i'mma do is gon work

That hit heights like junkies who pound herb.

Liven every day smoking that jamaican

My talent should take me places i've never been