This is a song about "Oats and weed"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

With some weed and a cup

They like talking, its like gossip

I guzzle up at the bar

That hands you weed and alcohol

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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