This is a song about "Weed bitches and alchoo"

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I don't know defeat

Put up and smoke that weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Smoking weed and listening to rap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

African queen got what you need

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,