This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

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

All the time i missed in rapping

Don't want to be the king

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

Been out here hustling on these streets, ain't had a chance to speak

Limited edition weed, brings out all the peoples greed

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

My real fans gon’ ridegot my own shoe, clothing line

Dont mind me as i work on my rhymes all the time

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

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

From all the weed i'm inhaling lately

I reel them in, goadomes on see