This is a song about "Weed dealer boy whit fire and them girls"

Boy and girls watch me unfold

Hand to hand in the cold

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Spit that knowledge, and peace my girls,

Redan road, that’s my street

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I heard them other niggas tryin to spit fire

The young white boy with weed in his backpack

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

Pissing on girls like r-kelly, feeding them my jelly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Just threw them in the fire and the flames grew