This is a song about "Weed bitched"

Who be puffin that weed

Have no souls indeed

Smokin weed, it's pretty fuckin sleazy

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Smoking weed with depression,

Well baby bot there ain't no question

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

I’m way harder than the concrete