This is a song about "Weed and bitchies"

I'm in my other car

And delete that weed you are

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

Smoking weed and listening to rap

So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that

Gotta go, let her leave

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

So take the stage just show me what you got