This is a song about "Smoking weed and killing niggas"

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

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

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

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

Then to try to chase these men

If you aint smoking this weed then

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Yea i smoke weed, but what's the fuckin shit that you're smoking?

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes