This is a song about "Weed face ass"

Who substituted for this weed

Redan road, that’s my street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I’ll work my ass off, until i’ve got a face in the game/

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Who be puffin that weed

I don't know defeat

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

But i let off everything i have

You better have your face on your ass.