This is a song about "Trustingod weed"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

It's the perfect plan

Weed i can't pronounce man

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Swear i will murk any beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I keep my money neat

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

The drug that they brain need

Who substituted for this weed