This is a song about "Gym work money weed"

The drug that they brain need

Who be puffin that weed

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

I work hard, nigga put in work

I ain't trynna be forward

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Would have to work on his curls at the gym, his cat too smelly

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

Back to the gym so you can practice

That's why i shine like i does

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Jumpin out the gym, jumping out the gym

And if he can't learn to love you, you should leave him