This is a song about "Weed and death"

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

It lets u think and rest, never at the brink of death

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Nearly broke the guys fuckin arm and got kicked nearly to death

And delete that weed you are

Hope my city is not too far

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

For a bit of weed and chips

But this ain't physics or rocket science

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed