This is a song about "Cigarettes and weed"

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Your music in the car

That hands you weed and alcohol

Started out with just alc and weed

I keep my money neat

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips