This is a song about "Weed and pasta"

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

That hands you weed and alcohol

I guzzle up at the bar

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Cdg shit match my kicks

For a bit of weed and chips

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Of a convertible elopin' to get married

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

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat