This is a song about "Money drugs weed"

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

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

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Bonding over our love for drugs

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Amen, they say you only live once

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Hot whips somethin cold on my feet

Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed