This is a song about "Smoking weed and selling drugs"

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Smoking weed with depression,

Chasing money in the city of crime

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

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,

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Rolling weed and smoking it too

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

10 deep hoodie, extra cushion in my sneakers

Smoking weed having drinks and those days never end

It's pie in the sky and there's bodies on the cement