This is a song about "Respect and weed"

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

I lurk and bless whoever shows me respect

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

My respect for you becomes worse and decreases

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I try and respect kids

It's moe, all i need is more chips

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

Earn respect and, make sure, don't get your shit arrested,

But i got it back right back, yeah yeah my life is splendid

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Niggas that guided me through