This is a song about "Weed story"

Fine young man with an old man mind

That isn't without a story behind,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

In my story, i'm the hero

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Arose/ from broken boulevards, story tragic

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

This story is fictitious and delicious.

Cause i'm sitting here sipping on guinness

That would make a helluva story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I’m tryna be low key

To them it's simply a story