This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

I spit murder, every bar is a crime

After i spit it niggas be swimming to get to land, damn

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

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

Art design, archin' mine, fresno to clarke i'm fine

Translation cause my life is too sweet

My guy got all the good weed

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

Limited edition weed, brings out all the peoples greed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed