This is a song about "Money bitches and smoke the weed"

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Put up and smoke that weed,

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

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

With them jordans on and the sheep coat, the weed smoke from that good kush,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

Sometimes i think, what i need

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

I can always go home and look down my street

Down here its like i'm the only that don't smoke the weed