This is a song about "Get this money and smoke weed"

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Move like i’m walking with an open case

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

And all my childhood memories

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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

That you can buy the clothes and the weed to smoke

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

My wallets empty my ass is broke, smoke all this weed till i hack and choke

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

Fuck all of this, lemme just get sit down and breathe maybe get some weed,