This is a song about "Weed and jamaica seahawks"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

For a bit of weed and chips

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..

Have no souls indeed

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Smoking weed and listening to rap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

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

Unification the dmv i will achieve indeed

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams