This is a song about "Weeds"

You cant get a deece girl, your stuck with skanks, my weeds danks,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

Are growing wild weeds and vines, strange fruit abundantly,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

I’m coming back like light-skin and

I got good gas and the weeds dank

Weeds good drinks cold musics loud in this bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

My weeds first in possession, and ima rip a beat like excision,

I never quit it, the youngest one of my mother's children

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Just let us leave your streets and you can take our weeds"