This is a song about "Spurkin weed"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I said i got my ass beat

Sometimes i think, what i need

Who be puffin that weed

A hit,coz i already got weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed