This is a song about "Moneyes and weed"

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Blew money like six crips

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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