This is a song about "Smoking weed soul poetry"

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

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

Noun98,apparently late,ive already ate ur bitches ass now its ur turn,

But seemingly believe it though

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

In time we learned to live a life of crime

But make sure if they do see

They say rap aint poetry

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,