This is a song about "Weed shredder"

From the back seat, back seat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Sometimes i think, what i need

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

The revolution will proceed

Watching turtles hate on shredder

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

But don't subscribe to mainstream parties smoking weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need