This is a song about "Weed for anxiety"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

I can't wait for summer; i might just so see a preacher, with all of them giving me anxiety

Lil prps like 3 digits

For a bit of weed and chips

Now this anxiety is chasing me around town to town

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

, i have some medicine that needs farming/ for the weed buzz, i bake fuck you

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Can't wait for summer, might just so see a preacher, with my anxiety

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Weed for the swisher, tea mixed with liquor

Or talk politely iv got this anxiety

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me