This is a song about "Shooting pussy money weed and drugs"

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

No money, power, or drugs,

Good kids make bad grown ups

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet

Good weed get me high, other drugs make me die

Die motherfuckin die, hope yo' ass fry, don't ask why

Have no souls indeed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Lucifer's shooting ya, crucified on crucifixes and the awful lot,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

I'm just ridin i done put a thousand miles on my body

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,