This is a song about "Weed life"

Who be puffin that weed

Have no souls indeed

From the back seat, back seat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Started out with just alc and weed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Now it's time to eat

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

A hit,coz i already got weed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street