This is a song about "Weed and fr"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

With some weed and a cup

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

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

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

L o u d air i breathe

From the back seat, back seat

Started out with just alc and weed

Cause they right down the street

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"