This is a song about "Weed is the best"

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Best believe im better when ive had some weed,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Yo that bitch think he is the best

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

The facts is that thought is the best with the rhymes

Who know this be the life that i really live

I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way

Owning the rest is too cliche, rolling the best is new leeway

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

When every man is down, then i'll know that i'm the best