This is a song about "Weed and the shed"

Holla out my set

He keeps him in the shed,

Rap’s filled with so much weed all the cess and the blunts,

And trying to start today with arguments

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

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

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

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

But i'm not worried

Smoking meth, weed and popping pills at the same time

So if you open up your heart i’ll give you mine

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Before i buck lead and make a lot of blood shed