This is a song about "Weed and life"

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Put up and smoke that weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I'm coming home with you

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane