This is a song about "Weed and mulah"

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

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..

For a bit of weed and chips

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Translation cause my life is too sweet

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat