This is a song about "Smoking weed soul poetry"

Smoking on that weed, straight from chicago,

Her legs can't close like the four door hinge bronco

Carol city or was it the west

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Spitting flows, grab my dick, smoking weed, pass that shit,

But i like you like..like a lil bit

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

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

Half a millie on the road, y'all relyin on features

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

Now you gotta understand i was a family man

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

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing