This is a song about "Streets weed and hear break"

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Runnin' up all the streets and bogs

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But i know i see better days

Pack it up thirty minutes to the jet leaves

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

Weed smoke, booze and violence

My neighbors turn to my cousins

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And delete that weed you are

Hope my city is not too far