This is a song about "Crack and weed"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

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

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

We can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

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

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

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Started out with just alc and weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried