This is a song about "Trippy weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

So part of the plan

Weed i can't pronounce man

Keepin it 420 while staying trippy with our minds caught up in these good vibes,

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Me and my peeps often meet

Put up and smoke that weed,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Seeing trippy colours people giving us weird looks

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

What do i really need

Indubitably i'm too street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?