This is a song about "School and weed"

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

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

And even your friends at school.

That's the sound of my tool

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Don't you fall from grace

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

It's thursday afternoon, and she's out ditching school

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Wanna spend it all on you

Rolling weed and smoking it too