This is a song about "Weed and hoes"

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Big homie hov said i am close

Bought the dope and have hoes

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

The revolution will proceed

And delete that weed you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose