This is a song about "Weed and my girl"

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

I just roll my weed up, and try to school my peers

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

My ex girl heart is so bruised and burned

I hear my niggas screaming fuck the world

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

People are starving, you talking bout balling