This is a song about "Wanting weed"

But i keep fucking maids, wanting more babes

The things you crave are no longer escapes

Wanting to battle me? you must be stupid

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Wanting to hit her so hard and make her arms go slack

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

It is pretty obvious, i won't be done wanting it

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Nightmare on any street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Indubitably i'm too street

By these corporate executives wanting to hate the hardest,

Haters just hate but yet they don't know squat like a leg lift