This is a song about "Bitches and weed"

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

That hands you weed and alcohol

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

And delete that weed you are

I'm in my other car