This is a song about "Weed and the shed"

Say you through will all my foul ways

Weed and rapping weed in jays

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

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

Code red, which means you go red

He keeps him in the shed,

Bust the weed out and this won't take long,

Look, by the end of this song

What y'all know about mac and cheese, y'all ain't know nothin so pass the weed

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

The weed gets me higher and my rhymin it inspires

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Sweet jesus, where's the weed