This is a song about "Weed n bitches"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

And just ball like kobe n pau gasol these bitches

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I said i got my ass beat

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live