This is a song about "Weed and respect"

You reflect me, i love that about you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

They like talking, its like gossip

With some weed and a cup

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Step back and respect the art's fucking origin

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Now move a little bit to the left

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

This is no trial, this a closed case

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

But he just sat us down and told us to respect