This is a song about "Weed and slutz"

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But i'm not worried

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

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

I know i've came so far

That hands you weed and alcohol

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

For a bit of weed and chips

Rolling weed and smoking it too

My home girl told me i got an issue