This is a song about "Weed is gangster"

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

Forearm with my gang name, that's an old carve

Yeah my weed is purple

As i light one for ill will

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Living a life harder than a gangster

Get easy then you'll see is just the weed and sleazy dreams,

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

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

Smokin' on that kush, man the weed is northern lights,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines

Some synth weed now my vision is blurry

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

You ain't a rapper, freestyler, or gangster

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer