This is a song about "Weed and god"

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Oh god honey i think he's high on that marijuana weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

In private, not public in the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

So if it comes down, may the best man win

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,