This is a song about "Weed and mulah"

For a bit of weed and chips

When you spill out hits

Weed smoke, booze and violence

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

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

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

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

That hands you weed and alcohol

If there’s a shining star

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Weed and rapping weed in jays

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

From the weed staining and all thats remaining