This is a song about "Weed and rats"

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

Me and my peeps often meet

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

From the back seat, back seat

I used to sneak and smoke stress weed

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

Trapping with the hood rats

Man it’s the killer tracks

All these rappers talk about is sex money and weed

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Weed smoke, booze and violence

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

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