This is a song about "Oats and weed"

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

They just don't give a fuck

With some weed and a cup

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And could i be a star

And delete that weed you are

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

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

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But i'm not worried