This is a song about "Weed and mulah"

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

Lemme roll dis weed up and take hit

Put up and smoke that weed,

Cause they right down the street

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

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

The hotels we staying in twelve star

That hands you weed and alcohol

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

I give him a helping hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Hold it..now thank you for silence

For a bit of weed and chips

Weed and rapping weed in jays

And i just love your flashy ways