This is a song about "Nigga roll the weed"

Oh-kay, here's the situation

3d when you roll into the drive in

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You see, them other guys pay their mind to your physical features

Smoking skunky weed, my nigga got caught by some teachers

Sweet jesus, where's the weed

I said i got my ass beat

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole

Switch up to the fast lane hop in and lets roll!

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Nigga on a roll, my soul is fuckin empty