This is a song about "Weed spoil bitch"

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Started out with just alc and weed

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Who substituted for this weed

The revolution will proceed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Put up and smoke that weed,

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

What do i really need

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

But don't like that about pipe or weed

Indubitably i'm too street