This is a song about "Weed and music"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Swear i will murk any beat

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

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

And california on that jerk shit

Chips, chocolate, pop, popcorn and music

For a bit of weed and chips

While scheming on hits

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

We be in the party like we own that bar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street