This is a song about "Weed and hennesy"

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

The engine in back of my car

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Your girlfriends man cheat, cheat

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

But this ain't physics or rocket science

For a bit of weed and chips

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

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