This is a song about "Beer and weed"

Can barely walk the city streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

See money talk and these days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Bun b, i’m underground king

Pool sticks flying and beer spilling

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

Blast the music up real loud, weed, beer, smokin' chronic,

No contact, beer bottles, and random fights

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines