This is a song about "Oats and weed"

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

That hands you weed and alcohol

Know you want me to fall

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The revolution will proceed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"