This is a song about "Weed and bitchirs"

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

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

For a bit of weed and chips

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

My talent should take me places i've never been

When you spill out hits

Weed smoke, booze and violence

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

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

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

Cause there'll never be peace