This is a song about "Weed kills"

So here i am at the store for some chips

I have over 300 confirmed kills

Who substituted for this weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

You're that secret place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Someone drugged me too many pills which i hope succeeds to be the thing that kills

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Tired of sifting through my mail i feel like cartwright, bills

Cos this is rap game,here pussy sells and skills kills

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

The drug that they brain need