This is a song about "Weed n grime"

Indubitably i'm too street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Faster it sounded but with no grime or crime or ether

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Commit the perfect crime, stop listening to grime

Wolf gang, wolf gang

Weed i can't pronounce man

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Last of a dying breed

I’m way harder than the concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

All the girls really want is fun

Try compare weed to heroine