This is a song about "Weed and pasta"

I was playing with guns

Weed smoke, booze and violence

African queen got what you need

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

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

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

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Rolling weed and smoking it too

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

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin