This is a song about "Weed brownies"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Dont tie your hair

With that weed in the air

Weed and rapping weed in jays

You're that secret place

I keep my money neat

Put up and smoke that weed,

The bitch is too fucking lousy, the fat bitch eats brownies

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Who be puffin that weed

Indubitably i'm too street

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat