This is a song about "Pudding and weed"

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

See, i like the person that you are

That hands you weed and alcohol

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

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

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Started out with just alc and weed

For a bit of weed and chips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I said i got my ass beat

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Penncounting pennys over tha years