This is a song about "That loud weed"

And delete that weed you are

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Down here its like i'm the only that don't smoke the weed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

African queen got what you need

Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work

Smoking on that loud like the crowd of a metal concert

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Lets just make that loud and clear

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

The weed brah, you can't have that, mayflower

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer