This is a song about "Weed and the"

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Blaze the weed, and burn a week of miseries.

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

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

And trying to start today with arguments

From the back seat, back seat

Started out with just alc and weed

Some niggas ain't got no luck

With some weed and a cup

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Get easy then you'll see is just the weed and sleazy dreams,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket