This is a song about "Weed and bitches"

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Car with no limit what

With some weed and a cup

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

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

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

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

This is the concrete

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Rolling weed and smoking it too

And while you doin you

My team getting digits

For a bit of weed and chips