This is a song about "Something about weed"

But there was something about this chick, being away from her

But even if it rain, we get rained on together

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

If we talking about haters, now thats something i can relate

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

This nigga was about to say something about my momma i wish this nigga would

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

That me and you, theirs something about you that got

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Perhaps you'll learn something about you through this song/

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes