This is a song about "Xanax weed"

Convicts in streets slangin' dope smokin' weed

I can always go home and look down my street

Sometimes i think, what i need

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

With some weed and a cup

Money i make em buck

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

My guy got all the good weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

A hit,coz i already got weed

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Have no souls indeed