This is a song about "Squads and weed"

For a bit of weed and chips

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

Know you want me to fall

That hands you weed and alcohol

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

And delete that weed you are

'bout to get my other car

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed