This is a song about "Money weed cocain crack and colt 45z"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Indubitably i'm too street

That hands you weed and alcohol

Young money, d-town's all star

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Cruel shit like pussy money weed talking bout that's what you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes