This is a song about "Bitches and weed"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

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

Hold it..now thank you for silence

For a bit of weed and chips

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I can't ever change without you

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Bitches fiend, cut in half like the laced weed,