This is a song about "Weed and bitchirs"

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Weed and rapping weed in jays

I miss the better days

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Faith, all you need is the size of a mustard seed

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Smoking weed and listening to rap

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

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

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

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