This is a song about "Weed and flock"

For a bit of weed and chips

These chalance give me balance

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..

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

The jiggas and the tips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

That hands you weed and alcohol

The hotels we staying in twelve star

And could i be a star

And delete that weed you are

And boy they did flock; can't believe this little hick locked

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Me and my peeps often meet

Put up and smoke that weed,