This is a song about "Money weed sports"

Ridiculed by everyone "he's white how can he play sports."

I like to think i write and rap as tighter than some biker shorts

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

Put up and smoke that weed,

I’m way harder than the concrete

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

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

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

But fuck it, we love to smoke weed,

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

I just look at you, smile, then wink, thought sports was my thing,

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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