This is a song about "Tom smokes weed"

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick

Who be puffin that weed

I need to beat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

But don't like that about pipe or weed

The revolution will proceed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes