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

That gal want me ride har

Well, that's what you are

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

I need to beat

Ride with me even when scared- join my 'band' like ring fingers.

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Turnt up like everyday only question which club i'mma hit today

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

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Super chill, some call me t-frozen, and if theres weed around i gotta

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada