This is a song about "Squad and weed"

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

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

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

Just to let you know, you are

That hands you weed and alcohol

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Me and my peeps often meet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed