This is a song about "Weed anthony lance high"

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Im high as a bitch smokin weed

What do i really need

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Who be puffin that weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I keep my money neat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

The drug that they brain need

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But i am flying high

Ima tell you that's a lie, lie, lie