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

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My lyrics is a virus

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Smoking all this weed shit feels like a friday

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

Just like your burnin up the weed when its packed, after a pot deal

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.

I'm on this beat, like a stoner on weed.

Sometimes i think, what i need

I can always go home and look down my street

Smoke a lot of weed, almost like it's all i need

Ghandi and the dalai lama and other words, shit they sound like a bag of weed for me

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry