This is a song about "Weed shit"

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I'm not keeping shit real, bag you like weed,

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Indubitably i'm too street

We can't catch the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

African queen got what you need

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

A hit,coz i already got weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need