This is a song about "Ciroc and weed"

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The things they say went a little too far

Smoking weed and listening to rap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Weed and rapping weed in jays

See money talk and these days

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

For a bit of weed and chips

And the v12, that's on various trips

And my only fear's a wedding ring

From the weed staining and all thats remaining