This is a song about "Weed and pasta"

Yeah i know we never got to meet

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

Started out with just alc and weed

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

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

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

That hands you weed and alcohol

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

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

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

Smoking weed and listening to rap

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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

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