This is a song about "Life and weed"

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The revolution will proceed

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Put up and smoke that weed,

Have no souls indeed

With some weed and a cup

Money i make em buck

Thought life was dull but weed made it bright instead

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check