This is a song about "Weed and the"

Have no souls indeed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Started out with just alc and weed

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Uh, red bottoms and a thong

Bust the weed out and this won't take long,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I vanished from where you are, until you stop the weed and ban it

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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

In that 09' range while i'm singing old tre shit

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

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

I saw momma praying as she wait on results