This is a song about "Bitches and weed"

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

If you believe then you can achieve

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

I’m way harder than the concrete

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The things they say went a little too far

Started out with just alc and weed

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining