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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

With some weed and a cup

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Gucci rocking his gold rollie, i'm rocking mine

You can't solve all your problems with some weed and wine

I'm feeling like things gon' be alright

Catch me rollin’ off in the ride

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

And trying to start today with arguments

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

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong