This is a song about "Weed and death"

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

With some weed and a cup

Car with no limit what

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

You get close but no cigar

And delete that weed you are

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

The drug that they brain need