This is a song about "Niggas and weed"

And i just love your flashy ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

We going weed, women and some alcohol

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

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

I can always go home and look down my street

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street