This is a song about "Weed and squad"

With some weed and a cup

Say you don’t do what

Lookin' for these better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

The drug that they brain need

Started out with just alc and weed

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

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