This is a song about "Weed and frined"

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

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

I said i don’t give a fuck

With some weed and a cup

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

I say "stay", she wanna leave

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

Stuck in positions. if victims can't stand the heat