This is a song about "Nigga and weed"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

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

So catholics hold your rosaries, baptists pray and roll the weed,

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

6 o's pay for my car

And delete that weed you are

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Cause now you got me hopped up on that