This is a song about "Love and weed"

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

That hands you weed and alcohol

Bitches is artificially duck

With some weed and a cup

But i'm not worried

Put up and smoke that weed,

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Lookin' for these better days

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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