This is a song about "Weed nigha"

I can always go home and look down my street

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I said i got my ass beat

A hit,coz i already got weed

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Have no souls indeed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed.

Started out with just alc and weed

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

Smoking kalifa , my weed the best

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest