This is a song about "Car money and weed and bitchs"

Weed smoke, booze and violence

The jiggas and the tips

And a car with no backseat and some leg room

But i was wrong, baby girl sung another tune

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

The revolution will proceed

That hands you weed and alcohol

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat