This is a song about "Weed pimps bitches"

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

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

A hit,coz i already got weed

Yeah i know we never got to meet

Pimps and thieves controlling 'em, and they patrollin' corners,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Sometimes i think, what i need

Plus how he gon’ tell me, he don't make the rules

On murder and the rising crime rates, pimps and prostitutes,

Who be puffin that weed

From the back seat, back seat

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

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