This is a song about "Weed jews"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

What do i really need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I certainly would not be killing up to a million jews

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

Unlike most of mine they a bunch a jews

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

Jews killed, christians convert, and muslims are extreme

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Whites blacks asians arabs jews and latinos

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Your slower than a stoner high off weed,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete