This is a song about "Weed and greed"

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

Of weed, then i'm a have to greed. proceed to the next stage and a feed a seed

Slumdog far apart any sub par

And delete that weed you are

He's pale in the face and walks limb and mean and itches greed green,

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Kicking swahiliindeed nature feel my first seed

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

Started out with just alc and weed

Indubitably i'm too street

Rolling weed and smoking it too

He ain't give a fuck about you

This world is is all about greed, pass the weed, course the bleed, indeed,

But knowing me i prolly never meetonly speak when a fan speak

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

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