This is a song about "Weed and niggas"

And delete that weed you are

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

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..

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Of a convertible elopin' to get married