This is a song about "Weed and music"

And support ‘em until they see that it’s just music,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Haven't slept for days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

And delete that weed you are

That gal want me ride har

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic