This is a song about "Weed and bad b tches"

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

I graff', graph and graft; a b-boy that breaks physics.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Picked up smoking weed ever since bad trips,

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Weed smoke, booze and violence

When you spill out hits

I guzzle up at the bar

And delete that weed you are

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

Rolling weed and smoking it too

I quit the shit, i might get high with you