This is a song about "Weed and intelengense"

The real muscle in the message of that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Nightmare on any street

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I get that work from my face