This is a song about "Weed all the time"

From the back seat, back seat

My guy got all the good weed

The glare makes me hard to find

All the time wasted in my mind

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Takin' notes on how to win, fuckin' students

Westside, bitch i run mine

Yeah, im the greatest of all time

She the one i give all my time

Pad on the heel that's a passion of mine

I keep my money neat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Creep with methrough that immortal flowthug passion got you tremblinglike death on the row

All i see is green, cash signs i mean. weed to though cant forgot about the kush bro.

Detonating when i rhyme a rhyme

Yeah, im the greatest of all time