This is a song about "Weed and alcohol"

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

And to stop at that point, you gotta be on alcohol

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Silicone bitches got the confidence

For a bit of weed and chips

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

She abused drugs, alcohol, and smoked frequently

That gyal want mi ride har

And delete that weed you are

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

I’m way harder than the concrete

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

I don't lean to alcohol yeah my life was bad and all.