This is a song about "Dealing weed and hustleing"

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Me and my peeps often meet

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

The drug that they brain need

Put up and smoke that weed,

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And light beers, they slight care, they spring breaking

The cool say i'm thug

With some weed and a cup

That hands you weed and alcohol

Your music in the car

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

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

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