This is a song about "Weed and the shed"

From the back seat, back seat

Put up and smoke that weed,

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

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

Lemonhead end up dead

And all those tears are shed

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Then time rode, shawty trappin', plus she get it showed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

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

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past