This is a song about "Weed expert"

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Expert with lines, the pen has tension-ed me , best with the rhymes, sever ur memory

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

I’m way harder than the concrete

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

The revolution will proceed

I keep my money neat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed