This is a song about "Weed and munchies"

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Indubitably i'm too street

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Smokin' weed and bamboo, sippin' on private stock

It's like i just hit the lottery, my god

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

The revolution will proceed

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

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

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