This is a song about "Weed is like a virus"

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Always got that dank weed like a dealer,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I think my immune system is vigorously fighting this virus,

My lyrics is a virus

So let 'em chase love

Smokin' weed like i'm a rastafarian professional

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Yeah my weed is purple

Lady at the frank stand will

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit