This is a song about "Weed weed girls"

I’m way harder than the concrete

You know i only smoke that bomb weed,

Who be puffin that weed

Have no souls indeed

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

Momma caught me tryna sell some weed

Indubitably i'm too street

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

I said i got my ass beat

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But don't like that about pipe or weed

African queen got what you need

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,