This is a song about "Weed and heroin"

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

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

And all women who had light features, see

Heroin don't speak easy, queasy

Weed smoke, booze and violence

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

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

Your music in the car

And delete that weed you are

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

That hands you weed and alcohol

With some weed and a cup

Car with no limit what