This is a song about "Smoking weed with friends"

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,

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office

A clever cat getting jiggie / smoking that sticky weed

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

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Convertibles with turbo jets

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Selling weed by the trees if your friends with the enemy than ya best be leaving

The door crack, niggas all black

Smoking weed and listening to rap