This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I daydream all the time about severing heads

Told em it's five quarters so i guess we going overtime

Your rhymes while the illuminati is in your mind all the time

Westside, bitch i run mine

Yeah, im the greatest of all time

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Limited edition weed, brings out all the peoples greed

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

And now these hoes are on my line

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

After all the weed....now i m feeling very high...

All of you copy and paste lines to pass the time,

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime