This is a song about "Women weed a weather"

And weather or not she likes me is still a blur

The plight of a rapper or whatever

We used to chill and find a place to smoke weed when the weather

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

You need a gram of that favorite weed?

What a hassle, women spaniels, and all these other vandals,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

You should beware beware beware, of a women with a broken heart

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

A written to woo women or about to go ham

To witness the realest shit that's ever been told to man