This is a song about "Trippy weed"

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

African queen got what you need

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Ten bitches on me, so trippy like im seein twins

Who substituted for this weed

Redan road, that’s my street

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Weed i can't pronounce man

As trippy as a trip could get they dancing with they silhouettes

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Now it's time to eat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"