This is a song about "Weed and bitches"

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Started out with just alc and weed

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

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

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

Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

That hands you weed and alcohol

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

I'm why baby mommas leave

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol