This is a song about "Smoking weed with my crew"

Yea my crew vexed, crew vexed

I'm on deck i'm up next

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

You can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

On my fifth spliff now, too much weed ive been smoking,

Filling my lungs up with weed smoke,

On top of that, i’m broke

Smoking weed with depression,

What up girl, tell me how you been