This is a song about "Nigga roll the weed"

This shit has got my soul

I was on the pay roll

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,

Sparking up some weed, i got jays in my beak nigga

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

I said i got my ass beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

Waving goodbye when the clouds roll by

Yo we roll in the hole,we roll with the hoe

Ok, you probably think i get ‘em all with the cash flow

I keep my money neat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

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