This is a song about "Weed and dabs"

For a bit of weed and chips

These chalance give me balance

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

Trying to get his life together, or what not

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

That hands you weed and alcohol

Just to let you know, you are

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Got tired of running from the police

Money i make em buck

With some weed and a cup