This is a song about "Weed and niggas"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

For a bit of weed and chips

You get close but no cigar

And delete that weed you are

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

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Started out with just alc and weed

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Driving my car to a foreign place

Weed and rapping weed in jays