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

Got my backpack filled with weed and a nice bong

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Crazy like charles manson, ride around with me you better hope your seatbelts

They heard i'm bout to blow, so all my enemies say let's be friends

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

Hop on twitter, perpetrate we doing big shit

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

And ride with a star, yeah i told her that im famous

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

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

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past