This is a song about "Weed and pasta"

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

For a bit of weed and chips

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

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

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

We going weed, women and some alcohol

If you believe then you can achieve

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Last night i had some dope pasta,

Lucky seven probably poppa