Problem – 4 The Low (ft. Wiz Khalifa) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Problem is here with “4 The Low” alongside Wiz Khalifa. Watch the video, read the lyrics, buy, listen, stream, mp3 download the song.

Problem 4 The Low

If there’s one thing that many rappers can agree on, it’s the unifying herb that is cannabis. And now that legalization is underway in many states, Black entrepreneurs can finally bring their visions to life without the fear of unjust incarceration. Yet there remain many hurdles and double-standards that exist. In order to shine a light on some of the obstacles minorities still face in the cannabis industry, Problem has linked up with Wiz Khalifa for the new single “4 The Low.”

While Problem and Wiz Khalifa’s frustrations are warranted, it’s evident that both remain optimistic that a positive change can come. Musically, the song’s upbeat production sets an uplifting backdrop, while both Problem and Wiz spit bars about their own experiences monetizing — and indulging in the recreational use of — weed.

“This video was designed to shine a light on minority-owned cannabis companies,” Problem explains, in an official press release. “We have been imprisoned and shunned for the use and distribution of marijuana. It’s a slap in the face to watch these big brands come in and profit with the new legalization while our people are still locked up. It must change. With Wiz being a God in the cannabis world, I appreciate him taking this opportunity to show love to others in the space.”

Problem – 4 The Low (ft. Wiz Khalifa)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Good weed, eyes low, ooh woah
No, we ain’t gotta stress no more
Count it up, smoke gas slow, ooh woah
Pounds for the low, call my cell phone
No, I don’t let shop close, ooh woah
Froze, yeah, my neck so cold, ooh woah
Clones, I’m the connect start handin’ out clones
Every day wake up and get stoned
I’m talkin’ all-natural
I’m rollin’ them bats up now
The police don’t pat ’em down
I see they be down bad
I’m rollin’ up laughing now
These fools be sick, so when I roll six I don’t even pass ’em now
Homie don’t even ask ’em now

[Verse 2: Problem]
Black market on the East side they boxed up and got rich
For that same thing they doin’ now homies locked up and I’m [?]
In a whoop wham still boxed up while them white folks get rich (On God)
So I make sure that I buy something every time I make the money flip (What?)

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
Now I be like
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low

[Verse 3: Problem]
Rollin’ weed and I trip
Make money then I dip (Ayy, yeah)
Won’t ask for a sip
Self-made like Nip (Yeah, yeah)
Boys got chick ways
Ride waves like ship (Yeah, yeah)
The game know we good business
‘Cause we got it like this baby (What?)

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
I done made classics
Come to that grass you don’t even have to count
Whole turkey bag I roll it up fast
It don’t even last ’em now
Wow, how?
Now they wan’ flag ’em down
I do what I want ain’t putting ’em amount

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low
For the low
Pounds for the low
We got, pounds for the low

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