This is a song about "Weed and hookah"

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

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

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

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,

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

For a bit of weed and chips

Started out with just alc and weed

Cause i got a big fetish with the feet

I'm in my other car

And delete that weed you are

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet