This is a song about "Weed and jamaica seahawks"

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And pray for better days

Weed smoke, booze and violence

I shed so many tears

And delete that weed you are

'bout to get my other car

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

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

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league