This is a song about "Weed pimps bitches"

Make room for the groom married to his music

Getting slapped up cause her pimps a prick,

Ghost and obnoxious youth, pimps, dealers, thieves,

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

He grew up watching pimps, thieves, dealers, and prostitutes,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Me and my peeps often meet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Indubitably i'm too street

My guy got all the good weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Developing cavities cause revenge is sweet

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed