This is a song about "Bitches and weed"

I’m way harder than the concrete

Started out with just alc and weed

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

You, you, you have to pay for that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

See, i like the person that you are

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets