This is a song about "Bitches and weed"

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

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

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

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

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need