This is a song about "Weed life"

Sometimes i think, what i need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Started out with just alc and weed

Who be puffin that weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

But this weed make me feel like my life will begin at my end.

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Let's face it, i can’t replace

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain