This is a song about "Smoking weed till my eyes bleed"

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

I may sweat till i bleed everyday

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

On my knees till they bleed, i'll lose both of my legs for you,

Those dark eyes and wrists bleed

What do i really need

If you aint smoking this weed then

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I tried smoking, eyes closing, i try dozing, but my mind's going

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers