This is a song about "Weed and alchol"

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

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Smoking weed and listening to rap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock