This is a song about "Weed and intelegence"

The boa know they loving the crew

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

This is the concrete

And i know - there'll never be peace

I'm tall, lanky, smoke weed and keef

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

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

African queen got what you need