This is a song about "Weed bitches snitches"

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

Snitches gettin' us locked, we arrested again,

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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

And you niggas will acknowledge this

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Me and my peeps often meet