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