This is a song about "Weed and friends"

Uprise with in and advise ya friends.

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Baby, you know who you are

That hands you weed and alcohol

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

And fake friends need some therapy.

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

And everything after nautilus ain't a beat

With friends and family

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//