This is a song about "Weed and codien"

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

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..

Let's face it, i can’t replace

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

For a bit of weed and chips

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

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

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

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Last of a dying breed