This is a song about "Weed n grime"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

Sayin' have you done that extortion, am gonna wrap up the grime

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Lombardi time; dizee off that grime

Believing my genius schemes are conceiving a seamless dream of weed n' drugs

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

On hip hop and grime my g,

All i want is you baby

Need to grime i'm staying in line for the game not the fame

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Now this rap is influenced from west, east and grime

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

For me looks good she said oh you so sweet