This is a song about "Weed and love"

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

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

Told them i love it when bitches roll up my weed for me

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

For a bit of weed and chips

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Hope my city is not too far

That hands you weed and alcohol

Put up and smoke that weed,

This is the concrete

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

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