This is a song about "Smoking weed at 2"

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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,

Newest of sneakers, you consuming the bleachers

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Rolling weed and smoking it too

And i've been thinking bout you

It's all good, finna dog that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

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

Shouting till they hear me on saturn lighting this path with my lyrical lantern

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though