This is a song about "Weed got me"

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Fuck with me you'll get smacked, get the weed and shit packed

This beat is kinda trippy / maybe its the weed - the pipe has hit me

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Your developmental league don’t see a team

So i got pounds of weed though it sounds obscene

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

But i ain't got no weed, no phillies, or no papers

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

In this system/ got that weed flowing through, i could end up in prison/

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

The revolution will proceed