This is a song about "Weed and bitches"

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The drug that they brain need

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

You reflect me, i love that about you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

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

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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