This is a song about "Weed bitches snitches"

From poorest snitches to richest

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Who be puffin that weed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches