This is a song about "Weed expert"

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Who substituted for this weed

I became the expert on suicide and how to cope,

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Indubitably i'm too street

Who be puffin that weed

Cause he learned to control and he's an expert in stealth

The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I’m way harder than the concrete

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Sometimes i think, what i need