This is a song about "Weed and ride with me"

Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed

But money never lasts, in fact it's only last

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I feel healthy with weed smoke and an ox up under my sheep coat,

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Now lets here your rap while i sit back with some weed and some paper.

My heart beatsechoes into the cold streetswhere nightmares and darkness begin to meet

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed