This is a song about "Weed all the time"

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

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

I daydream all the time about severing heads

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

I think about her all the time

Chasing money in the city of crime

That’s why you never expect to see me say goodbye

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

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

You mean to tell me everything gon be fine

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Crossing all the lines, time is only racing time