This is a song about "Squad and weed"

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

I pray to god and stay in squad, walkin' through these lonely roads,

Your music in the car

And delete that weed you are

With some weed and a cup

She said i'm ready to fuck

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

I pray to god and stay in squad, playing hard, blazing skies,

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol