This is a song about "Who has the weed"

Every motherfucker who has known me has broken bones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I don't care who does it because now he has zero relevance

Did you fix me up, i'm your number 1 fiend

Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast

Who has the right to bless me though?

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

Who be puffin that weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

So chase the air hide your stash

The anger that she has,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

I’m just a flowing white boy who has mad haters

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Full speed has been stampeded by this good weed