This is a song about "Weed and music"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

I said i don’t give a fuck

With some weed and a cup

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

I got my weed i got my music its gone be alight) x2

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Never can i straight face

Weed and rapping weed in jays