This is a song about "Weed face ass"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I’m turned up, i can’t feel my face

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

I don't play, i'll get your ass to crash, i'll spray your face with massive tanks of gas

I hate this fake ass smile on my face

Baby, you got that super bass

Me and my peeps often meet

Who be puffin that weed

I said i got my ass beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

So just pass the weed, i smash ‘em g’s, you can call my ass a master p,

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Face down then ass up these hoes keep a good arch

You in the past me and future on the same watch