This is a song about "Weed and respect"

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Respect equality and a right to make cream

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin

All up in her backspace like a delete button

Now move a little bit to the left

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

Earn respect and, make sure, don't get your shit arrested,

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

And delete that weed you are

She prayed on me passing that bar

Baby, you know who you are

That hands you weed and alcohol

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed