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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

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

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

I saw momma praying as she wait on results

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

I was high with hot hand and nice ride

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

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Weed and rapping weed in jays

But she took it in his place

Started goin south see, with weed to lead outta reality and to fade away

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say