This is a song about "Hustling and weed"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

That hands you weed and alcohol

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Rolling weed and smoking it too

If only i could rap to you

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

We going weed, women and some alcohol