This is a song about "Weed lab"

Nightmare on any street

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

But i’m not making trips lab to lab every single day,

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Make you wanna go back to the lab tonight

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Blast to fast forward, i'm back in the lab zoning

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Who substituted for this weed

But i'm not worried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"