This is a song about "Hail mary"

As snoop lion passes the mary jane

Hundred thousand dollars and that’s on champagne

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne

Marijuana blazer, that mary lane,

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

Coming down hard like hail, wreckin versse like derail,

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Cause they gon want a return rain sleet hail snow

Always on my own ass pressurin, rain hail sleet weather in,

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

So they jock my tail spot, when it pours hail drop

I gotta know if it's real or not

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Take your time when you’re with me baby

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

I'm the flowking hail to my throne