This is a song about "Guns weed money drugs killing niggas"

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

You know i want a piece of that pie

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

I don't wanna ever come down off this cloud of lovin' you

By killing cops and selling drugs,but what can you do?

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Sell drugs, shoot guns, make you yell "oh!", now you pushin up daisies

Killing these niggas off quick

This a lil change trick