This is a song about "Weed and bitchies"

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

And i keep a fly girl like jenny from the block

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

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

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

We going weed, women and some alcohol

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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