This is a song about "Weed fat girls"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

We can't catch the beat

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

Who substituted for this weed

I get jelous when your with other girls

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

And when it come to the cash

Fuck me in my fat ass

Indubitably i'm too street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Lazy fat fuckers on the pensions,