This is a song about "Weed past"

I can always go home and look down my street

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

We can't catch the beat

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

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

600 benz, condo six hundred grand

Into glimmers of ma dark past,

Who be puffin that weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Just for me being weird in the past/

Every day waitin like time don't past

Two white cups and i got that drank

I got weed, hash; when i breeze past, breathe fast

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact