This is a song about "Weed past"

Just lay back, get your face slapped

So i don't share, my past

To reds i ain't know how to act

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

Tryna defeat the past

Got racks you don’t understand

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

I just write that right by a mic stand

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

Every day waitin like time don't past

And stressed... about my white past

Got a nigga in her face just gassed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet