This is a song about "Somoking weed with your bros"

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

My weed is just like your head i fucking hit it.

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

The aroma of weed instantly fills your nose,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

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

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//