This is a song about "Weed and the shed"

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Now we up in that magic city make it rain, viola

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

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

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

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

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

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

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn