This is a song about "Love and weed"

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

And this will be the song that we sing

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Cause when i make this stew

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The things they say went a little too far

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

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

Who cares about hearts and love

Or now they don't praise enough

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

With some weed and a cup