This is a song about "Weed gangs"

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Put up and smoke that weed,

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

With some weed and a cup

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut