Cannabis

This be that dirty south 'Bama shit Smoking on that cannabis Styrofoam of Sunny D, we Rolling up a gram of mid 808s up in the trunk The neighbors cannot handle it Pulling up to Chick-Fil-A To get some chicken sandwiches (Can I take your order?) Yeah, let me get a number one Pull up to the window now we 'bout to have a bunch of fun My nigga pass the bowl to the Back of the backseat Now we at the studio Rapped and relaxing Green all around me from the Cash to the hash, shit Even the bottom of my fuckin Snapback green They say they on top But I have to disagree Dream Squad first and these Niggas coming lastly Giggle Gang is murdering And pulling all the girls and shit With the fucking words I spit You'd think I was allergic to These faggots That's murmuring on Tracks, they fucking Derp to me Disregard females and Acquire more currency Word to the Jets To the next niggas with a set Thinking that you sick as this Is honestly ridiculous Sage pull your sister 'till he Get his dick up in her lips Rotating the plant, I call That shit photosynthesis I got niggas flipping fifths And making all these dividends Income, no tax Only working 6 to 10 I don't drink myself But we mixing up this fifth and gin Doing drugs is something But selling them is a different sin