This is a song about "Weed all the time"

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Fake lives..smoking all these weed in the milligram

There you lyin’ a rhyme

You was just there all the time

All the time i missed in rapping

And this will be the song that we sing

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

On my mama nigga, i be gone for months

The revolution will proceed

My guy got all the good weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

Deep questions, cloud my head all the time

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I daydream all the time about severing heads