This is a song about "Weed anthony lance"

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Now it's time to eat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Half your body laying on my chest

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Who substituted for this weed

In fact i'm the one who killed radio next in lines anthony casey,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Or take my dreams to a spearpoint and lance em

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

But don't like that about pipe or weed

I said i got my ass beat