This is a song about "Weed and niggas"

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

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

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

With some weed and a cup

And maybe i am but

Smoke weed and pop bottles my real niggas be pouring

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Now i gotta exit after you