This is a song about "Weed got me"

From the back seat, back seat

My guy got all the good weed

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

They talk to me saying all i should do is kill,have sex and smoke weed

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

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

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

Celebrate the very day that i get past

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

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

Bring me fame, maintain all the weed that's going to my brain.