This is a song about "Steve herb"

Than i rob you and smoke all your herb

It's a fools fatewithout your word

While i'm rubbing on that ass

M v p like steve nash

All this icin i'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain

Burn't, can't afford any strains / of the herb which'll open my brain

I'll smoke the herb first, then make your motherfuckin' vocals cords burst.

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Feelin so lit from smokin some herb, in the suburb,

Smoking on that fluffy herb the shit the police confiscate

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state